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in the hall.

Qian Peng and Huang Kun sat in the third row and whispered to each other for almost an hour.

The officers around him had all sorts of expressions, most of them just watching.

Two Martial King-level special envoys jointly filed a complaint, which is no small matter at headquarters.

The door opened.

Zhou Che walked in front, Lin Feng followed behind, and Sun Mingzhu walked at the back carrying a stack of reports.

Qian Peng immediately stood up.

"General, what were the test results?"

Zhou Che walked back to the main seat and sat down, nodding his chin at Sun Mingzhu.

Sun Mingzhu walked to the center of the hall, cleared her throat, and began to read the report.

"Test subject: Lin Feng, sergeant major of the sixth defense line in the northern border."

"Realm Verification: Martial Grandmaster Level 4"

"Total Qi and Blood: Exceeds the standard value for the same level by 600%".

"Peak single attack power: the upper limit of the fourth stage of the Martial King."

"Defense Limit: King Wu's full-force attack resulted in zero damage."

"Speed ​​and reaction assessment: Destroyed twenty Martial King-level simulated targets within 1.7 seconds, exceeding the standard of the same level by 400%."

With each item read aloud, another group of people in the hall gasped in shock.

When the last item was read, the entire room fell silent.

Sun Mingzhu closed the report.

"Overall assessment: Lin Feng's combat ability far exceeds the Martial Grandmaster realm, reaching the mid-stage Martial King level. His achievement of clearing out a B-level rift single-handedly is fully supported by the data."

The report has been read.

The hall was quiet.

Qian Peng moved his lips several times, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Huang Kun's smile finally crumbled, but he still forced a smile.

"Director Sun, could there be an error in the instrument? A fourth-stage Martial Grandmaster unleashing the attack power of a fourth-stage Martial King is unprecedented in the history of martial arts."

"The instrument was calibrated just three months ago, and the accuracy error is no more than 0.3%." Sun Mingzhu said expressionlessly, "If Special Envoy Huang has any doubts about the instrument, he can go up there and try punching it himself."

Huang Kun shut his mouth.

Qian Peng couldn't sit still any longer.

He stood up and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhou Che.

"General, even if this person's strength is genuine, his actions of embezzling B-grade rift resources and assaulting special envoy officials are undeniable facts!"

He pointed to the bandage on his shoulder.

"This wound was inflicted when he deliberately attacked me on the city wall!"

Lin Feng finally spoke.

"Tell me first about throwing thirty veterans into a Class B rift as cannon fodder. Twenty-nine lives—are you going to compensate for that?"

Qian Peng's face twitched.

"That's normal tactical reconnaissance!"

"Tactical reconnaissance? A fourth-stage Martial Master filling a Martial King-level crack, and you call that tactical reconnaissance?"

"The tactics used on the northern front are beyond the comprehension of a low-ranking sergeant major like you!"

"Oh? Let me understand." Lin Feng took a step forward. "After you and Huang Kun took over the sixth defense line, you did three things."

He held up one finger.

"First, they seized the military command token, effectively sidelining Commander Li."

The second one.

"Secondly, we sent thirty veterans to their deaths, just to scout ahead for you."

The third one.

"Third, after I clear the rift, you must collect all the resources. You can take what was obtained by sacrificing other people's lives."

He withdrew his finger.

"Special Envoy Qian, what do you think the General at headquarters will think after hearing these three things?"

Qian Peng's eyes widened; his secret thoughts had been completely exposed.

"You're talking nonsense! The orders from headquarters are..."

"Headquarters ordered you to handle the B-level rift," Lin Feng interrupted him, "not to burn human lives like firewood."

Upon hearing this, the officers present reacted with varying expressions.

Huang Kun became anxious.

He grabbed Qian Peng's arm and said in a low voice, "Don't argue with him here, we're in the right."

"Makes sense?" Lin Feng turned to look at him.

Huang Kun was startled.

"Special Envoy Huang, I heard you say something on the city wall, 'Let him go, he can't get out anyway.'"

Huang Kun's face turned pale instantly.

Another commotion erupted throughout the venue.

Let him go to his death, and then reap the benefits.

Anyone would lose face if their thoughts were exposed on the spot.

Qian Peng finally couldn't hold back any longer and slapped the handrail to stand up.

"That's enough! I'm not going to argue with you!"

He scanned the entire hall.

"General, this man is arrogant and domineering, relying on brute force to disregard the law. The instrument tests only show that he is strong, not that he is of good character! A person who doesn't even obey orders from his superiors is a threat to the army!"

Huang Kun also stood up and echoed, "That's right! Even if his strength is undeniable, the fact remains that he assaulted a special envoy! Everyone is equal before military law!"

Lin Feng smiled after hearing this.

"You two are really stubborn."

He picked up the Crack Mountain from the ground and patted the dust off the back of the knife.

"Since you can't explain it clearly verbally, let's try a different approach."

He carried Lieshan and walked to the center of the hall.

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

"Real combat."

The hall fell silent again.

"Both of you come at me together." Lin Feng pointed the tip of his knife at the two men. "If I lose, you can sue me however you want. I'll give all the resources back to you, and I'll go to jail myself."

He paused.

"If I win, shut up, get back to where you were, and don't get in my way in the North again."

Qian Peng and Huang Kun exchanged a glance.

They are both Martial Kings! He was slashed on the city wall last time because he wasn't prepared! In a head-on fight, how could he possibly lose to a Martial Grandmaster?

Huang Kun was also making plans.

He and Qian Peng joined forces; two Martial Kings against a fourth-stage Martial Grandmaster—it seemed like a sure win.

As for the results of instrument testing... well, those are just data after all.

Real-world application and data are two different things.

"Alright!" Qian Peng rolled up his sleeves. "With the General as my witness, I'll show you today the difference between a Martial King and a Martial Ancestor!"

Huang Kun threw down his notebook and stood up as well.

"Kid, you succeeded in your sneak attack on the city wall earlier, but you won't have that luck in a head-on confrontation today."

The two walked to the center of the hall and stood opposite Lin Feng.

The three people were about ten meters apart.

The surrounding officers stepped back to make room for the center.

Zhou Che sat in the main seat, his fingers resting on the armrest, without saying a word.

Qian Peng drew the long sword from his waist, and his Martial King-level blood energy condensed into a layer of blood-red light shield on his body.

Huang Kun pulled out a pair of short knives from his sleeve, twirled them twice in his hand.

Their momentum surged simultaneously.

The combined pressure of the Martial King made the air in the hall heavy. Several Martial Grandmaster level guards turned pale and quietly took two steps back.

"Kid, you..."

Qian Peng hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Feng made a move.

There were no signs whatsoever.

Lost Steps.

Three afterimages scattered.

Qian Peng and Huang Kun both lost track of Lin Feng.

The two stood back to back, their Martial King-level senses frantically searching.

"On the left."

No, it's on the right.

A golden blade of light slashed down from directly above.

"The Mountain-Slaying Slash".

Full power.

crit.

penetrate.

This strike gathered all of Lin Feng's vital energy and killing intent, creating a gale-force wind over two meters wide, and illuminating the entire hall with golden light.

Qian Peng and Huang Kun looked up at the same time.

Fear was written all over both faces.

That's too late.

It was too late to stop it.

A golden gale swept down.

Walk between the two people.

Two human heads shot into the sky, spinning in mid-air, spraying blood into a mist.

The headless bodies remained frozen in their respective fighting postures.

one second.

two seconds.

Thump, thump.

The two bodies fell to the ground, one in front of the other.

The two heads rolled around on the floor a few times before finally rolling to Lin Feng's feet.

in the hall.

No one speaks.

No one moved.

Even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Everyone's mind went blank for a moment.