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"Huh? You dare to insult me?"

Zhang Hu paused for a second, then burst into wild laughter.

"You little brat, you're fucking asking for it!"

He cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds, and the alloy sword in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The surrounding veterans began to stir up trouble.

"Zhang Hu, kill him!"

"These new recruits are arrogant and ignorant; they need to be taught a lesson!"

"I bet Zhang Hu will win, one hundred dollars!"

Chen Lie stood on the high platform, raising his hand expressionlessly: "You all know the rules. Once you're on the stage, life or death is irrelevant."

He paused, then said coldly, "Begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Hu erupted in anger.

He pounced like a tiger, his alloy battle blade aimed straight at Lin Feng's face. The blade whistled through the air.

The new recruits watching gasped in surprise.

"So fast!"

"Is this the strength of a veteran?"

Li Ming clenched his fists nervously, his palms sweating profusely.

But Lin Feng reacted even faster.

In his eyes, Zhang Hu's movements were as slow as a slow-motion replay.

There are too many flaws.

He slipped, dodging the blade, and simultaneously swung his sword back to slash at Zhang Hu's armpit.

when!

Zhang Hu's expression changed drastically. He managed to block the attack, but was forced back three steps by the immense force.

His hand went numb, and he almost lost his grip on the knife.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Hu roared in disbelief, "You're clearly at the same level as me!"

Lin Feng did not explain.

The system not only improved his skill level but also optimized his combat instincts.

Every strike was precise and hit the vital points, without a single unnecessary movement.

This is a level that ordinary martial artists cannot reach even after ten years of arduous training.

Zhang Hu gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

This time, he didn't fight head-on, but used technique.

His swordsmanship became more cunning, targeting Lin Feng's blind spots.

But it didn't work.

Raymond Lam always manages to easily deflect all attacks.

After a few moves, Zhang Hu was already panting heavily.

Lin Feng's breathing didn't even falter.

The veterans below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This recruit is a bit strange."

"Zhang Hu is a sixth-dan martial arts apprentice, how come he's being beaten so badly?"

Wang Tie excitedly pumped his fist in the crowd: "I knew this kid was something else!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Hu's eyes.

He suddenly took a step back, pulled a blood-red pill from his pocket, and swallowed it.

Chen Lie frowned: "Blood Explosion Pill? This kid is really willing to spend money."

Wang Tie whispered from below the stage, "That's a banned drug. It can raise your cultivation level by a whole realm in a short time, but it will deplete your life force."

Zhang Hu's skin instantly turned bright red, his veins bulged, and his aura surged.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, finding it somewhat amusing.

"You idiot, do you think I'd wait until the drug fully takes effect before we fight?"

The next second, Lin Feng moved.

His speed was astonishing; he darted forward, his long sword aimed straight at Zhang Hu's face.

Zhang Hu's expression changed drastically. The medicine hadn't fully taken effect yet, and he instinctively raised his knife to parry.

when!

A tremendous force emanated from the blade, and Zhang Hu's alloy battle sword flew out of his hand.

Lin Feng caught the sword and, with a backhand motion, held it to Zhang Hu's neck.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhang Hu stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng in disbelief: "Impossible...impossible..."

"I surrender!" he suddenly shouted. "I surrender..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Feng raised his knife and brought it down.

Heads fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing a blinding red across the arena.

Zhang Hu swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Lin Feng looked innocent and shrugged, "Sorry, the wind was too strong, I didn't hear you."

Chen Lie jumped onto the ring, glanced at Zhang Hu's corpse, and announced expressionlessly, "Lin Feng wins."

The audience erupted in uproar.

The veterans who bet on Zhang Hu to win turned ashen-faced, and some even couldn't help but curse.

Wang Tie rushed up excitedly: "Holy crap! I bet you'll win, 5 to 1, I'm rich!"

He patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "But you're ruthless enough to not even give him a chance to admit defeat."

Lin Feng coldly replied, "If he wins, do you think he'll let me go?"

Wang Tie paused for a moment, then smiled: "That's right."

Li Ming was so excited that he couldn't speak, he just kept nodding.

Just then, the crowd suddenly parted.

A middle-aged man in an officer's uniform walked into the Colosseum.

He was a burly man with a hideous scar on his left cheek. His epaulets indicated that he was Zhao Tianxiong, the deputy commander of the Seventh Defense Line.

The entire room fell silent instantly, and everyone stood at attention and saluted.

Zhao Tianxiong walked to the edge of the arena and looked Lin Feng up and down.

His fists were clenched, and the veins bulged.

Zhang Hu is his nephew.

Killing his nephew clearly shows they didn't take him, their adjutant, seriously.

But Zhang Hu signed the death warrant himself, so he couldn't do it himself.

"Not bad skills." Zhao Tianxiong said sarcastically. "I've seen your file. You're a fifth-level martial arts apprentice who got into a martial arts undergraduate program. You only came to the Northern Territory because you were short of money. But the strength you just displayed is at least a seventh-level martial arts apprentice."

Lin Feng's heart tightened.

He knew that his strength had been exposed.

"There's a mission in two days," Zhao Tianxiong suddenly said. "We need a small team to go deep into the F-level rift to investigate abnormal fluctuations. The original team was wiped out in last night's beast tide."

He paused, staring at Lin Feng: "Are you interested? Complete the mission, and you'll be promoted directly to a full-fledged guard, with an extra 50,000 in bonuses."

The surrounding veterans gasped in shock.

Venturing deep into the F-level rift is a death zone that even martial artists dare not easily step into.

If it's just about defending outside the crack, it's not that difficult.

But once you delve deeper into the fissure, the difficulty skyrockets.

The number of strange beasts in the rift is unusually large.

Of those who go in, only one in ten will come back alive, which is considered lucky.

Wang Tie's expression changed drastically, and he tugged at Lin Feng's sleeve.

But a hint of excitement flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

Venturing deeper into the rift means encountering even more strange beasts.

More exotic beasts mean more martial arts points.

Isn't this just giving it away for free?

He looked up and quickly agreed, afraid the other person might change their mind: "I accept."

Zhao Tianxiong paused for a second, then narrowed his eyes: "Very good. Meet at the North Gate in two days."

After saying that, he turned and left.

After the crowd dispersed, Wang Tie grabbed Lin Feng: "Are you crazy? That was a suicide mission!"

Raymond Lam calmly said, "I know what I'm doing."

"What the hell is your sense of propriety?!" Wang Tie snapped. "Do you know what happened to the team that went deep into the F-level rift last time? Twelve people went in, and not a single one came back!"

Lin Feng didn't say anything.

He glanced at the system panel.

[Level: Martial Apprentice 7th Dan (0/70)]

[Martial arts points: 0]

To continue improving, you must acquire more martial arts points.

And going deep into the crack is the fastest way.

"Are you really going?" Wang Tie asked, looking at him.

Lin Feng nodded.

Wang Tie was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Then I'll go too."

"you?"

"Of course, we're brothers." Wang Tie patted him on the shoulder. "Besides, I also want to earn that 50,000 yuan."

After saying that, Wang Tie smiled sheepishly.

Lin Feng looked at him and did not refuse.

At this moment, Li Ming also came over: "I...I want to go too."

Wang Tie was stunned for a moment: "You? Forget it, you're only a third-level martial arts apprentice, you'd be nothing but cannon fodder if you went in."

Li Ming bit his lip: "I know I'm weak, but I want to become stronger."

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with a stubborn light: "I don't want to be bullied anymore."

Lin Feng glanced at him and nodded: "Okay."

Wang Tie sighed: "Fine, we're all going to die anyway, one more or one less doesn't matter."

The three returned to the barracks.

Lin Feng lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

He has two days to improve his strength as much as possible.

The fastest way is to go outside the city and kill the strange beasts.

Night falls.

Lin Feng climbed over the city wall again and headed into the depths of the wilderness.