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Qian Peng stood up from the ruins, blood still seeping from the cut on his shoulder.

He lived for over thirty years and spent nearly eight years at the Martial King realm.

He was wounded by a single slash from a martial arts master.

"What did you say?"

Qian Peng's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't heard clearly.

"I'll go into the B-level rift alone." Lin Feng switched the Rift Mountain to his other hand. "You don't need to send your advance team. Saving fifty lives can be used to defend the city later."

Huang Kun emerged from behind Qian Peng, his smile completely gone.

"Kid, with your Martial Grandmaster level, what's the difference between entering a B-level rift and committing suicide? Inside are Martial King-level beasts."

"Don't even mention you, even if the two of us brothers went in together, we couldn't guarantee we'd come out unscathed."

"I know."

"Did you know you still needed to go in?"

"Enough with the nonsense, you two are no match for me." Lin Feng patted the back of the Rift Mountain Blade. "Won't let me get close? Believe me or not, I'll slash you again!"

Qian Peng's face twitched a few times, and his right hand quietly reached for his waist.

He was wondering whether he should just take action and pin this arrogant sergeant to death on the city wall.

But the aftershock of that knife wound was still lingering in his shoulder.

That power was something no ordinary Martial Grandmaster could unleash.

Huang Kun leaned close to Qian Peng's ear and spoke in a very low voice.

"Let him go."

Qian Peng turned his head to the side.

Huang Kun barely moved his lips; his voice was only audible to two people.

"He's going to go into the B-level rift to his death, which is perfect. It saves him from getting in the way on the defensive line. If he dies in the rift, no one can say anything."

Qian Peng squinted and thought for two seconds.

Yes.

If a Martial Grandmaster enters a B-level rift, there is almost certainly no chance of survival.

Who can say what's going on inside the crack?

I don't need to avenge the stab I just got in front of everyone.

"Okay." Qian Peng released his hand from his waist and adopted a businesslike expression.

"Since you volunteered, I approve. But let me make this clear: headquarters will not be responsible for any accidents that occur inside the rift."

"You don't need to take responsibility."

Lin Feng turned and walked towards the foot of the city wall.

He took a couple of steps, then stopped and glanced back at Qian Peng and Huang Kun.

"By the way, the magic cores and resources I brought out of the rift are mine."

Qian Peng's face darkened: "Headquarters has regulations that resources for B-level rifts must be standardized..."

"I went in and killed them, why should I give them to you?"

Lin Feng interrupted the other party, and casually let a little bit of his qi and blood leak out.

The guards who had just stood firm on the city wall suddenly buckled at the knees.

Qian Peng gritted his teeth and didn't reply.

Huang Kun added quietly from the side, "Let him take it; he can't get out anyway."

Qian Peng then nodded.

"what ever."

Lin Feng ignored them and jumped off the city wall.

The sound of landing was dull, and the pressure of the blood and qi left two deep imprints on the soil beneath his feet.

Zhang Qian waited anxiously at the foot of the city wall.

"Sergeant Lin! Are you really going in alone?"

"Um."

"A B-grade rift! Inside are Martial King-level beasts! You're at the Martial Grandmaster level..."

"You're so long-winded."

Zhang Qian's words were abruptly cut off.

Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder.

"Do me a favor."

"What is it?"

"After I entered the rift, I gathered the fifty martial artists under Commander Li who had been specifically named and had them wait outside the rift entrance."

Zhang Qian was stunned.

"They're not going in, they're waiting. They'll go in and clean up the rest after I've taken care of the main Martial King-level beasts inside."

"You're letting them pick up the scraps from behind?"

"Don't call it picking up scraps, call it safe cleanup. Learn to say it in a nicer way."

Zhang Qian's mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

"What about Special Envoy Qian?"

"Two idiots, what's it to you?"

Lin Feng strode towards the B-level crack, his steps quick and steady.

Zhang Qian stood there for a while, then turned and ran off to find Li Zhenguo.

On the city wall, Qian Peng watched Lin Feng's figure grow smaller and smaller as it disappeared into the distance.

"How long do you think this kid will live?"

Huang Kun opened his notebook, made a note, and smiled.

"The average survival time for a Martial Grandmaster entering a B-level rift is twelve minutes."

"Then wait twelve minutes."

......

The entrance to the Class B crack was larger than any I had ever seen before.

The black gap, like a giant mouth, lies across the ground, more than eighty meters wide.

Dark light rose from below, thick and sticky.

The soil at the edge of the crack is barren.

Lin Feng stood in front of the entrance and looked down for two seconds.

The system panel was quietly lit up in the corner of the field of vision.

Current Martial Arts Points: 4500

【Steel Blade: 500/500 (Ultimate Effect: Every Hit a Critical Hit)】

His mental energy spread out, extending the range of his perception into the crack.

Ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters...

A dense array of life signals.

There are tons of Class C ones.

Grade D, and more.

There were a few more signals, thick and heavy.

Martial King level.

"At least four."

"It seems that this rift has only recently formed, with more low-level alien beasts and not many Martial King-level alien beasts."

Lin Feng exhaled a breath of stale air, took Lieshan off his shoulder, and held it in his hand.

All the dark gold spirit patterns lit up, and a golden halo enveloped the blade.

Twelve hidden blade throwing knives emerged from the cloth bag, hovering around him and slowly rotating.

"Get to work."

He stepped into the crack.

The moment I landed, purple light surged in from all directions.

The temperature rose sharply, and the air became heavy.

The first layer of the crack.

They walked forward less than thirty steps.

Eight dark-scaled giant lizards simultaneously burst out from the crevices in the rocks on both sides.

Grade C.

Two weeks ago, this would have been quite a challenge for him.

Now?

It swept across the mountain.

A gust of wind swept out, its penetrating effect fully activated, and its critical hit effect stacked.

The gale, like a golden curtain of blades, pierced through the bodies of the eight giant lizards.

The eight corpses remained frozen in mid-air, still in the posture of lunging forward.

The next second, it all shattered with a crash.

It didn't just fall over, it shattered.

Blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew in all directions.

[Defeat 8 C-rank monsters: Darkscale Giant Lizard, gain 4000 Martial Arts Points]

Lin Feng walked forward, stepping on the bits of flesh scattered on the ground, without stopping for even a second.

The subsequent large number of D-level alien beasts did not hinder Lin Feng's progress in the slightest.

While fighting, we moved forward and cleared the first layer in two minutes.

The second layer.

Twelve iron-backed earth dragons coiled in the center of the passage, layer upon layer, completely blocking the way.

Lin Feng drew his sword and stepped forward.

The "Mountain-Slaying Slash" cleaved three times in succession.

The three gusts of wind, less than half a second apart, swept along the passage.

Before the earth dragons could even utter a cry, they were torn to pieces by the gale.

[Defeat 12 C-rank monsters: Iron-spine Earth Dragon, gain 9600 Martial Arts Points]

carry on.

The third layer is a mix of Crimson Horned Rhinoceros and Dark Gold Beetle.

On the fourth floor, the Poison Mist Giant Spider and the Shadow Blade Leopard King joined forces.

It's all free.

Lin Feng fought his way through, his knife never stopping, his feet never stopping.

The mountain-splitting blade seemed to have eyes in his hands, each cut precisely striking the most fatal spot.

The critical hit effect makes each strike equivalent to the full-force attack of King Wu's two-stage combo.

A C-rank alien beast couldn't withstand a single strike from this level of attack.

[Defeat 6 C-rank Beasts: Crimson Flame Horned Rhinoceros, gain 3000 Martial Arts Points]

[Defeat 15 C-rank monsters: Dark Gold Beetles, gain 7500 Martial Arts Points]

[Defeat 4 C-rank monsters: Poison Mist Giant Spider, gain 2000 Martial Arts Points]

[Defeat 3 C-rank Beasts: Shadow Blade Leopard King, gain 1500 Martial Arts Points]

The system broadcasts were almost continuous.

Martial arts points are accumulating rapidly.

By the time I reached the fifth floor, my martial arts points had reached a reasonable level.

Current Martial Arts Points: 36000

Thirty-six thousand.

Lin Feng licked his chapped lips and stopped walking.

At the end of the passage on the fifth floor, four enormous auras blocked the way.

Martial King level.

coming.