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The entrance to the crack was surrounded by barbed wire, and a makeshift sentry post was also erected.

Lin Feng walked to the sentry post, where two men dressed in "Wolf Warriors" uniforms reached out to stop him.

The leader was a burly man whose aura as an eighth-level martial artist was unabashedly displayed.

"Stop right there, what are you doing?"

"Enter the rift," Lin Feng said succinctly.

The burly man looked him up and down and sneered.

"New here? Don't you know the rules?"

"What are the rules?"

"Entrance fee, 80,000." The burly man held up one finger, gesturing, "Cash."

Eighty thousand?

Lin Feng frowned.

So expensive?

He earned 1.2 million from the black market, sent 400,000 to his sister, bought a knife with 780,000, and used the remaining 20,000 as pocket money.

He killed three people on the black market and got another 50,000, bringing his total to 70,000.

Wang Tie gave him some pills; he didn't know if they could offset the cost of the entrance fee.

He took out the pills from his pocket.

"I only have 70,000, but with these pills, it should be enough."

The burly man's face darkened.

"Pills? You're trying to fool people with this junk!"

Another tall, thin guy next to him chimed in, "Kid, if you don't have money, get lost. Don't waste our business."

Lin Feng paused for two seconds, then took out the sergeant major badge from his pocket.

"I'm the sergeant major of the sixth line of defense. Can you do me a favor and give me a discount?"

He wasn't trying to bully others; he was just genuinely broke.

The burly man paused for a moment when he saw the badge, then exchanged a glance with the tall, thin man and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Sergeant Major? You?" The burly man laughed until tears streamed down his face. "Kid, which street stall did you buy this fake from? I know almost all the sergeants on the Sixth Line of Defense, but there's no one like you."

The tall, thin man also chuckled, clutching his stomach: "These young people nowadays, they'll throw away all their shame to save a few bucks. Sergeant Major? Why don't you just say you're a commander?"

Lin Feng put the badge back.

It seems this approach won't work.

He looked at the burly man and said, "How about this, let's make a bet."

"A bet?" The burly man stopped laughing and looked at him with interest. "How do we bet?"

"I'll unleash a full-force attack. If you can withstand it, I'll turn tail and run. If you can't..."

"What if you can't catch it?"

"Let me in for free."

After hearing this, the burly man burst into another fit of wild laughter.

He pointed to his nose and said to the tall, thin man, "Did you hear that? This kid said he'd chop me down with one stroke."

The tall, thin man chuckled: "Brother Ma, he probably doesn't know that you're an eighth-dan martial artist, one of the top five experts in our War Wolf Martial Arts Team."

The burly man was named Ma Kui, and he was indeed quite famous in the area.

He twisted his neck, making a sound.

"Kid, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll play along. But let me make this clear: I can fight back, so don't blame me if you get hurt."

Lin Feng didn't speak, but began to gather power in his hand, gripping the Mountain Splitter.

When Ma Kui saw the knife, his expression changed slightly.

Good knife.

Although the scabbard was tattered, the blade was made of extraordinary material, and the flowing spiritual patterns on it indicated that it was of a high level.

"Interesting." Ma Kui abandoned his contempt, drew a thick-backed machete from his waist, and held it horizontally in front of his chest. "Come on, kid..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ma Kui's smile vanished completely.

This sword strike.

Something is wrong!

This is definitely not the aura of an ordinary martial artist!

"etc!"

Ma Kui suddenly sensed something was wrong; a sense of dread from the depths of his soul sent chills down his spine.

He tried to call a halt, but it was too late.

Lin Feng's knife fell.

"Severing the Mountain"!

Lin Feng unleashed a powerful strike.

The blade tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Ma Kui's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

fast!

too fast!

That was the only thought left in his mind.

run!

He tried to dodge, but his legs began to tremble uncontrollably and were no longer under his control.

The scent of death was overwhelming.

He could even see the dark golden spiritual patterns flowing on the blade and feel the scorching heat as the blade sliced ​​through the air.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Ma Kui's mind went blank.

He was going to die; he was going to be cleaved in two by this blade.

Just as the blade was about to touch his nose, that devastating power vanished abruptly.

The tip of the mountain-splitting blade stopped less than a centimeter from his brow.

The gust of wind from the blade caused his hair to fall backward, leaving a faint white mark between his eyebrows.

Ma Kui stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, instantly soaking his battle suit.

The tall, thin man behind him was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, a foul odor emanating from his crotch.

Lin Feng slowly sheathed his sword.

The mountain splits and returns to its sheath.

The suffocating pressure dissipated as a result.

Ma Kui's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, the machete in his hand clattering to the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

For a brief moment, he truly thought he was dead.

"May I go in now?"

Lin Feng's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Ma Kui raised his head and looked at the excessively young man in front of him. The contempt and arrogance he had shown before were gone from his eyes, replaced by deep fear and awe.

"Yes...yes..." His voice trembled.

He was now 100% certain that the sergeant major's badge was real.

How could someone who can unleash such terrifying sword energy be an ordinary martial artist?

Martial arts master!

This is definitely the power of a martial arts master!

A martial arts master who is not even twenty years old?

Ma Kui dared not think any further.

He struggled to his feet, picked up his knife, and bowed respectfully to Lin Feng.

"My lord, I was blind to your greatness and have offended you greatly. Please forgive me."

He took a card out of his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"This is your admission fee. I've paid it for you as an apology."

Lin Feng glanced at him, and without any hesitation, took the card and put it in his pocket.

Thank you.

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the entrance of the crack.

Ma Kui had just breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Lin Feng's retreating figure when his eyes widened again.

Lin Feng's figure left a blurry afterimage in place, and in the next instant, he appeared at the entrance of the crack more than ten meters away.

Swish.

It's like teleportation.

The Lost Steps!

Ma Kui swallowed hard.

This movement technique.

This knife technique.

He actually wanted to fight this monster before?

That's like an old man hanging himself; he's tired of living.

"Brother Ma... Brother Ma..." The tall, thin man next to him crawled over, trembling. "Who is that?"

Ma Kui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "They're people we can't afford to offend."

He looked at Lin Feng, who had already disappeared into the entrance of the rift, with a complicated expression.

But then, as if remembering something, his expression changed again.

"broken!"

"What's wrong, Brother Ma?"

"Ghost Blade went into the crack today too!"

The tall, thin man turned pale upon hearing the name "Ghost Blade."

"Ghost Blade" is a ruthless martial artist in the vicinity. He is a master of martial arts, and his swordsmanship is so skillful that it is unpredictable and divine.

"That gentleman just now, did he run into Ghost Blade?" the tall, thin man asked worriedly.

Ma Kui gave a wry smile.

"It's inevitable that we'll run into it; the crack is that big."

He paused, then shook his head.

"However, the one we should be worried about now is not that lord."

He stared into the depths of the crack and muttered to himself.

"I just don't know whether Ghost Blade's blade is faster or that lord's blade is more powerful."