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Chapter 45 Martial Grandmaster Level 3 Blocks the Way? Slashed in one strike!

The team walked for another twenty minutes or so through the nested cracks.

Lin Feng led the way.

There were twelve Darkscale Giant Lizards that appeared along the way, and he slashed them all down.

None of them could last three seconds in front of him.

[Defeat 12 C-rank monsters: Darkscale Giant Lizard, gain 6000 Martial Arts Points]

[Steel of the Blade: 310/500]

Old Zhang followed behind, counting the corpses, but stopped counting when he got to the eighth one.

It's meaningless.

It's like watching a chicken being slaughtered.

Pass through the dark purple nested entrance and return to the fifth level of the E-grade rift.

The temperature dropped significantly, and the air became much fresher.

Someone behind them breathed a sigh of relief, and several wounded soldiers collapsed to the ground.

"Don't stop, keep going." Lin Feng didn't even turn his head.

There are still four more floors to go from the fifth floor to the exit of the crack.

E-rank monsters were like mosquitoes to him, but there were too many wounded in the team, so they couldn't go fast.

Lin Feng simply carried Li Ming on his shoulders.

"Brother Lin, I can walk by myself..."

"Shut up."

Li Ming's voice was stuck in his throat, and he didn't say another word.

Old Zhang led his men behind, and Lin Feng cleared out all the strange beasts along the way; they didn't even see a cockroach.

Forty minutes later, light appeared at the exit of the crack.

Everyone quickened their pace.

The moment the sunlight hit their faces, several people knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

Three days.

They were trapped inside for three days; four died, and the rest were all wounded.

I thought my life would end there.

"Brother." Old Zhang walked up to Lin Feng and knelt down on one knee.

Lin Feng frowned and pulled him up.

"Stop with all this nonsense."

"No, you saved over twenty of our lives, I have to..."

Lin Feng interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"If you really want to thank me, just give me some reward."

Old Zhang paused for a moment, then grinned.

"Yes! Absolutely!"

He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it over. "Zhang Qingyang, Squad Leader, Third Northern Martial Arts Regiment. Brother, I didn't bring any money with me this time. If you ever come to our regiment again, I'll definitely thank you handsomely!"

"Okay, I'll take it."

Lin Feng carefully put the business card away and put Li Ming off his shoulder.

"Can we walk now?"

Li Ming nodded. His right leg was still trembling, but the effects of the Rejuvenation Pill were taking hold, and the wound was bleeding less.

"Back to the Seventh Line of Defense." Lin Feng patted him on the back.

The two bid farewell to Lao Zhang and his group and headed towards the seventh line of defense.

After walking for about twenty minutes, we could see the camp's perimeter wall in the distance.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

Two black SUVs were parked at the entrance of the camp.

Eight people were standing next to the car.

Seven martial artists, each radiating their aura, the weakest being at the sixth level and the strongest at the peak.

one left.

A middle-aged man in his fifties, thin and wearing a gray robe, stood at the front with his hands behind his back.

Martial Sect, Third Dan.

People from the Zhao family.

Lin Feng pushed Li Ming back.

"Stand aside, don't come any closer."

Li Ming's face turned pale instantly. He recognized the cars; they belonged to the debt collectors.

But the scale of the event today was several times larger than before.

"Brother Lin, those people..."

"I know."

Lin Feng, carrying his battle sword, strode towards the camp entrance.

The middle-aged man in the gray robe swept his gaze over and locked onto Lin Feng.

"You're Raymond Lam?"

"Um."

"The two debt collectors sent by Zhao's Money Shop went missing earlier. Their last known location was in this area."

The middle-aged man in the gray robe took out a photo from his sleeve. It showed the two debt collectors that Lin Feng had taken care of.

Have you seen them?

"I've seen it."

The middle-aged man in the gray robe raised an eyebrow.

"Where?"

"I'll be waiting for you underground."

"Wait for me underground?" The middle-aged man in the gray robe's face darkened.

Before the other party could react, Lin Feng made his move.

There were no unnecessary movements.

Draw your sword.

The middle-aged man in the gray robe was named Zhao Wei, the third elder of the Zhao family.

His reaction was quick enough.

The moment he sensed the killing intent, he took half a step back and shouted, "Attack!"

But the seven warriors behind him were even slower.

"Lost Steps" put Raymond Lam right in the center of the crowd.

The three afterimages dispersed simultaneously, and the real body was already pressed against the face of the nearest sixth-level martial artist.

It swept across the mountain.

The first person's head flew off, spun two and a half times in mid-air, and rolled into the roadside bushes.

The second person had just pulled the knife halfway out.

Lin Feng's knife had already pierced through his waist.

The upper and lower body slid down in two directions.

The third person turned and ran.

The gale caught up and sliced his back through from left to right.

Three people, two seconds.

The remaining four finally revealed their weapons, but their hands holding the knives were trembling.

Lin Feng didn't give them a chance to surround him. He pushed off with his feet and leaped three meters upwards.

In mid-air, the mountain was raised high.

"The Mountain-Slaying Slash".

A golden gale swept downwards, and an arc-shaped energy wave swept over the heads of the four people.

With its penetrating effect fully activated, the two people were instantly cleaved into pieces, and the third was thrown away by the residual force of the gale, crashing into the car door and creating a large dent.

The last one managed to withstand the attack, raising his knife to parry, but both his arms were fractured from the impact, and the knife slipped from his hand.

Lin Feng landed and delivered the final blow.

Throat-sealing.

[7 targets eliminated]

[Steel of the Blade: 317/500]

It took less than five seconds.

Zhao Wei stood rooted to the spot, as if he were nailed to the ground.

His seven warriors were all dealt with within five seconds.

How could a martial arts master have such destructive power?

That knife, that movement, and the penetrating power of that gust of wind.

Zhao Wei's hand touched the sword at his waist, his fingertips feeling cold.

He had cultivated for over thirty years, and for the first time, he felt the threat of death in front of a junior.

"you......"

He didn't finish his sentence.

An invisible force directly bombarded his mind.

"Oh no! It's a psychic!"

Zhao Wei realized something was terribly wrong, but it was too late.

His brain felt like it had been gripped and twisted.

His vision blurred, his body went out of control, and he stood frozen in place for a full half second.

Half a second is enough.

Lin Feng had already arrived in front of him.

The mountain was lifted high above the summit.

With all his vital energy and blood flowing in, the dark gold spiritual patterns shone brightly.

In that half-second, Zhao Wei desperately regained his senses, grabbed his sword with both hands, and pushed it upwards.

Martial Sect, Third Dan.

Even if he were interfered with by mental energy, there was no way he couldn't withstand even a single strike.

That's what he thought.

The mountain-splitting blade struck the sword.

There was no metallic clanging sound.

The sword split in the middle.

The blade encountered no resistance, piercing through the steel of the sword, through Zhao Wei's skull, and through his chest cavity.

The armor was pierced and penetrated in one swift motion.

Zhao Wei lowered his head.

A golden crack stretched from the top of his head all the way to his abdomen.

"This, this is impossible..."

Zhao Wei's body split in two from the middle and fell to either side.

[Target to be eliminated: Zhao Wei (Martial Grandmaster Level 3)]

[Steel of the Blade: 318/500]

Lin Feng shook the blood off his knife and turned around.

Li Ming stood twenty meters away, his legs trembling, his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

"I'm gone."

Li Ming followed slowly.

After walking a few steps, he said something.

"Brother Lin, that man is a Martial Grandmaster!"

"Um."

"You just stabbed me..."

"Um."

Seeing this, Li Ming swallowed back all the words he was about to say.

The two reached the entrance of the camp and ran into Wang Tie.

"Where is he? Did you bring him back?" Wang Tie's eyes reddened when he saw Li Ming. He rushed over and looked him over from left to right. "What happened to his arm? His leg is injured too? Damn, who hit him?"

"It was from a strange beast bite," Li Ming hissed as the wound was slapped.

Among the items Lin Feng found on Zhao Wei was a collection order from Zhao's Bank and a stack of documents stamped with the Zhao family seal.

He spread these things out in front of Li Ming and tore them into pieces one by one.

"The money you owe the Zhao family is gone from today onwards."

Li Ming stretched out his hand and then pulled it back, finally gripping the seam of his pants tightly.

"But the Zhao family..."

"I'll handle the Zhao family's affairs."

Wang Tie watched Lin Feng's expression, his mouth moved, but he ultimately didn't ask any more questions.

He knows Raymond Lam too well.

When this person says "I'll handle it," it means he will completely eradicate the problem.

Back at the camp, Lin Feng went to the infirmary first to treat Li Ming's wounds and left them for Wang Tie to look after.

Then I went back to the tent.