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The meeting room remained silent for several seconds.

Li Zhenguo was the first to steer the conversation back to the main topic.

"The provincial capital will naturally investigate the Zhao family's affairs. Right now, we're in even bigger trouble."

He stood up and pressed the projector button on the table.

A red holographic map floats in the air.

Fifty kilometers outside the sixth line of defense, a huge red vortex was constantly rotating and expanding.

"The frontline detector has exceeded its limit; this is a newly generated Class B crack."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Captain Zhao's water cup fell directly to the ground.

"There are Martial King-level beasts in the B-level rift," Li Zhenguo said in a low voice. "With our current troop strength, we can't stop them. Once the rift erupts, the three cities behind us will be completely destroyed."

Before the words were even finished, a tremendous roar came from above the camp.

Everyone looked towards the window.

A gray warship hovered in mid-air, its hull painted with the logo of the Provincial Martial Arts Association.

Two figures leaped off the warship and landed on the open ground in the center of the camp.

Two middle-aged men.

One was tall and the other short, both wearing matching dark blue uniforms.

The tall man had a stern face and a black mole on his chin.

He was short, with a round face, and a smiling, kind-looking demeanor.

But the aura emanating from the two of them made the entire camp feel heavy.

King Wu.

Both were King Wu.

Zhang Qian was the first to run out to greet them, bowing as he led the two into the command post.

The tall man slammed a document on the table as soon as he entered.

"Headquarters order: effective immediately, the supreme command of the Sixth Defense Line will be taken over by a special envoy from the Provincial Martial Arts Association."

He glanced around at the officers present.

"My name is Qian Peng, and this is my partner Huang Kun. Headquarters has authorized us to handle all matters related to the B-level rift."

Li Zhenguo picked up the transfer order and read it twice, his lips taut with tension.

"Envoy Qian, I know the situation of the Sixth Defense Line better than anyone else. The B-level rift was only recently formed, and the beast community inside has not yet fully formed. Now is the best time to go in and wipe them out."

"You don't need to worry about the timing," Qian Peng interrupted him. "From now on, all officers and soldiers on the defensive line must hold the city walls to the death, and no one is allowed to approach the B-level crack without permission."

He held up one finger.

"Those who disobey will be executed on the spot."

Li Zhenguo clenched his fists under the table.

"Who will fix the crack?"

Short Huang Kun then chimed in with a smile.

"Don't worry, the provincial capital will send a professional team to handle it. The resources and magic cores inside the B-level rift will be collected and distributed by the Martial Arts Association."

Collect and distribute funds uniformly.

To put it bluntly, people in the provincial capital get all the meat, while those on the front lines don't even get soup.

The officers present all turned pale, but no one dared to utter a sound.

With two Martial King-level envoys here, who would dare to challenge them?

Li Zhenguo took a deep breath.

"A tally for surrendering troops?"

"Yes, the tally." Qian Peng held out his hand.

Li Zhenguo remained silent for five seconds.

He took the military tally from his waist and placed it on the table.

Qian Peng picked up the military tally and put it in his pocket. "Commander Li, if you cooperate, headquarters will not treat you unfairly."

After saying that, the two turned and walked out.

The meeting room door closed.

Captain Wang slammed his fist on the table.

"Those two bastards are clearly here to rob us! The magic cores and resources in the B-grade rift are worth billions with just one trip! They're not here to deal with the rift, they're here to make a fortune!"

"Shut up." Li Zhenguo said with a stern face, "They have orders from headquarters; we don't have the final say."

Captain Wang wanted to curse again, but Li Zhenguo glared at him and shut him up.

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and remained silent.

Class B cracks.

A martial king-level mythical beast.

That's an enormous amount of martial arts points.

There's also a chance to obtain more advanced martial arts techniques and skills.

Are those people in the provincial capital trying to take it all for themselves?

Lin Feng is the first to disagree!

Lin Feng put down his teacup and stood up.

"I'm going out for a walk."

Li Zhenguo glanced at him.

"Don't cause trouble."

"You still don't trust me? I never cause trouble."

Lin Feng pushed open the door and went out.

Zhang Qian squatted at the door, peeking inside cautiously.

"Sergeant Lin, are you alright?"

"fine."

"Those two special envoys looked pretty fierce."

Lin Feng patted his head.

"What's the use of being fierce? You only need to be able to fight."

Zhang Qian didn't understand what those words meant.

He understood soon after.

Three days.

Three days after Qian Peng and Huang Kun took over the defense line.

On the first day, they selected thirty veterans from the defense line to form an "advance reconnaissance team" and forcibly sent them into the B-level rift.

Among these thirty people, the strongest is a fourth-level martial arts master.

The next day, all communication signals of the advance team disappeared.

On the morning of the third day, an old soldier covered in blood crawled out of the entrance to the crack.

Of the thirty people, only one returned.

When the veteran was carried to the medical tent, both his legs were broken at the knees, he only had two fingers left on his right hand, and he had a penetrating wound in his abdomen that exposed his intestines.

He was given three Rejuvenation Pills, which barely kept him alive.

He spoke a few words intermittently.

"On the second level of the rift, there is more than one Martial King-level beast."

"We were surrounded as soon as we went in. The captain held them off for a moment and then he was gone."

"They're clearly sending us to our deaths!"

When the news reached the camp, the entire Sixth Line of Defense was in an uproar.

Thirty veterans.

The youngest stayed in the North for three years, and the oldest for ten.

Twenty-nine lives.

When the cannon fodder was put in.

The purpose was to allow two special envoys from the provincial capital to test the strength of the strange beasts inside the rift.

At noon that day, Qian Peng issued a second order.

"Starting today, another fifty combatants at the Martial Master level or above will be selected to form a second advance team, which will enter the B-level rift tomorrow to carry out an in-depth exploration mission."

Fifty martial arts masters.

Another cannon fodder.

When the news reached the barracks, the martial arts instructors whose names were called turned ashen-faced.

Some people cursed, some smashed things, and some went directly to Li Zhenguo.

"Commander! This is suicide! Only one of the first thirty men came back, and now we're sending fifty more in?"

Li Zhenguo sat behind his desk, saying nothing.

The military tally was not in his possession.

The transfer order came from headquarters.

He has no right to disobey.

Lin Feng sat on his bed in the barracks, listening to the cursing and smashing noises outside.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

Open your eyes.

He stood up, picked up the rock-cracked mountain, and left the tent.

On the city wall.

Qian Peng stood on the highest observation tower, his hands behind his back, using binoculars to observe the direction of the Class B crack in the distance.

Huang Kun stood next to him, smiling as he flipped through a notebook.

There were more than twenty guards on the city wall, plus the attendants brought by the two special envoys, and eight or nine guards at the peak of the Martial Grandmaster level.

Lin Feng walked up the city wall step by step.

The guards saw him and automatically made way for him.

Lin Feng walked to the foot of the watchtower.

"Special Envoy Qian"

Qian Peng put down his binoculars and glanced down.

"Who are you?"

"Sergeant Major, Lin Feng."

"What's up?"

"Yes." Lin Feng took the Rift Mountain off his shoulder and held it in his hand. "The second advance team has been withdrawn."

A hint of impatience flashed across Qian Peng's face.

"You, a sergeant major, dare to question orders from headquarters?"

"I don't care about headquarters or anything like that." Lin Feng took a step forward. "Fifty people going in is just suicide, you know that better than anyone."

Huang Kun closed his notebook and interjected with a smile.

"Young man, I understand how you feel, but an order is an order. If you're not satisfied, you can appeal through the proper channels."

"Too slow."

Lin Feng drew his sword.

The expressions on everyone's faces on the city wall changed.

Qian Peng's face darkened completely.

"What do you want to do?"

"If you won't listen to reason, then let's try a different approach."

"King Wu, it's not like I haven't killed before!"

Lin Feng's vital energy was fully released in that instant.

The oppressive aura spread out, and the guards on the city wall went weak in the knees, with several kneeling down.

But Qian Peng didn't take it seriously.

Emperor Wuzong?

He was King Wu.

What's the difference between a martial arts master jumping around in front of him and a clown?

"act recklessly."

Qian Peng condensed a fist-sized ball of qi in his palm and launched it towards Lin Feng.

casual.

A casual strike from a Martial King level expert is more than enough to smash a Martial Grandmaster.

Lin Feng did not dodge.

The mountain was lifted up.

One slash.

Every strike is a critical hit.

A golden gale tore through the blade, shattering Qian Peng's qi bullet.

Its remaining power was undiminished, and it blasted towards the watchtower.

Qian Peng's smile froze.

He frantically pushed forward with both palms, his Martial King-level qi and blood condensing into a protective barrier.

boom!

The protective barrier is broken.

A gust of wind struck his shoulder.

Qian Peng was blasted off the watchtower and flew horizontally for more than ten meters before crashing into the crenellations of the city wall, breaking one half of the crenellations in half.

He crawled out of the rubble, clutching his shoulder.

A bloody gash on his shoulder.

Even with a Martial King-level physique, he was injured by a single slash.

His face turned pale.

Huang Kun's smile vanished.

Hundreds of eyes on the city wall stared wide-eyed.

Lin Feng sheathed his sword.

"Should we withdraw the second advance team?"

Qian Peng stared intently at him, his lips trembling.

"You dare attack the special envoy from the provincial capital? This is treason!"

"rebellion?"

Lin Feng slung Lieshan over his shoulder.

"You're using our frontline soldiers as cannon fodder, what do you call that?"

The city wall fell silent.

The wind blew across the ruins of the battlements, raising a cloud of dust.

In the distance, Li Zhenguo was standing on the other side of the city wall at some point.

He stared in this direction with one eye, his hand resting on the heavy sword at his waist.

Didn't move.

But they didn't stop them.

Lin Feng turned around and glanced at him.

Then he turned around and faced Qian Peng and Huang Kun.

"I can handle a B-grade rift all by myself."