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"Crimson cracks."

Lin Feng chewed those four words twice in his mouth, then turned to look at Zhang Qian.

"What did headquarters say?"

Zhang Qian's communicator was still ringing, and he answered it while running towards the command post.

Lin Feng followed behind, and the captain also caught up.

Three minutes later, the second notification from headquarters arrived.

Zhang Qian's voice trembled as he read it.

"The Crimson Rift has a dual repulsion effect. First, any organism with a bone age over twenty-five years old that approaches within thirty meters of the rift's entrance will be directly annihilated by the spatial turbulence. Second, even those at the Martial King level or above will be repelled, with the same result."

"Even if the first two conditions are met, the blood and qi of the person entering will be suppressed."

The captain didn't understand.

"What do you mean? They won't let people in because they're too old?"

"Yes." Zhang Qian's face turned pale. "Headquarters sent a Martial King to test the waters, but as soon as he got near the entrance, his entire left arm was shattered by the spatial turbulence. Later, they replaced him with another person to test the waters, and it was finally confirmed that only people under the age of 25 and at or below the Martial Grandmaster level could safely enter."

The captain was stunned.

"What's inside this crack? And why create such bizarre rules?"

Zhang Qian flipped through the contents at the back.

"Headquarters' detectors detected energy fluctuations from the ancient ruins inside the crack, as well as signal characteristics of the lost arsenal."

Ancient ruins, a lost armory.

These two words together carry more weight than "scarlet" itself.

Ancient ruins signify the legacy left from ancient times, which may include long-lost martial arts techniques and skills.

Needless to say, the Lost Armory contains items that could potentially alter the very foundation of an entire family.

"Has the news been blocked?" Lin Feng asked.

Zhang Qian gave a wry smile.

"It can't be contained. Less than two hours after the announcement was sent out, the provincial capital was in an uproar. Fighter jets and convoys from all the major families are already heading this way."

Lin Feng walked to the window of the command post and glanced northwest.

Half the sky was still crimson.

It's brighter than before.

"Lieutenant Lin," the battalion commander approached, his voice low, "Commander Li just sent someone to deliver a message."

"explain."

"He said that the authority to allocate entry slots for the Crimson Rift is in the hands of headquarters, and the person in charge of this allocation is Han Zhenbang, a lieutenant general at headquarters."

The captain paused for a moment.

"Qian Peng's teacher."

Lin Feng's finger paused on the hilt of the Fang of Calamity for half a second.

Qian Peng's teacher.

He beheaded Qian Peng and Huang Kun with a single stroke. Qian Peng's backer was now in charge of allocating the quotas.

"What else did Commander Li say?"

"He said that Han Zhenbang reduced the number of people entering the sixth line of defense to zero, and then gave all the spots to powerful families in the provincial capital."

The captain clenched his fist.

"They didn't give us a single one."

Lin Feng remained silent, took the Fang of Calamity from behind his back, and held it in his hand.

Where is the quota allocation meeting held?

"Han Zhenbang personally oversaw the temporary command post two kilometers outside the entrance to the crack."

"Walk."

Lin Feng left the command post and strode towards the northwest.

The entrance to the scarlet crack was completely blocked.

A dozen armored vehicles painted with various family crests were parked in a row, and three combat aircraft were suspended in mid-air.

There were hundreds of people standing on the ground, dressed in all sorts of clothes, but most of them were young people in their early twenties, and their equipment was more and more luxurious than the last.

The young masters and ladies of prominent families in the provincial capital are here to snatch up resources.

The temporary command post was set up on a high ground, with several tents connected together and a cordon set up in front of it.

A dozen or so headquarters guards at the Martial Grandmaster level stood inside the cordon.

A long table was placed in the center of the tent, and a man in his fifties was sitting behind the table.

He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, with two stars on his forehead. His face was expressionless, his eyebrows were thick and bushy, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

Han Zhenbang.

On the table in front of him was a roster, which was already full of names.

Representatives from several prominent families were gathered around the table, vying to speak.

"General Han, our Yao family has produced six disciples who have reached the Martial Grandmaster level this time, and we are applying for eight spots."

"The Chen family wants ten."

"The Sun family..."

Han Zhenbang nodded and added names to the roster one by one.

Li Zhenguo's adjutant, who was standing next to him, turned green with rage. He moved his lips several times, but couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Lin Feng squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front of the cordon.

Two guards reached out to stop him.

"Stop! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach."

Lin Feng took out his organizational card and waved it in front of the guard.

"I'm a lieutenant, stop right there!"

The guard glanced at the rank card, hesitated for half a second, and then stepped aside.

Lin Feng strode over to the long table.

Han Zhenbang raised his head and glanced over.

"Who are you?"

Lin Feng took the lieutenant's token out of his pocket and slammed it onto the table with a bang.

The token was embedded in the wood, and a crack appeared in the table.

The entire tent fell silent.

"Sixth line of defense, Lin Feng."

He glanced at the roster on the table.

The names are densely packed, and most of them belong to aristocratic families.

"Lieutenant General Han, what about the spot for the sixth line of defense?"

Han Zhenbang pulled the roster closer to himself, obscuring the contents.

"The unique nature of the Crimson Rift dictates that it must be explored by elite forces. The Sixth Defense Line lacks sufficient young combat power, and after comprehensive evaluation, headquarters has decided that all the slots will be filled by certified elites from prominent families in the provincial capital."

The words were spoken in a grand and dignified manner.

Several scions of prominent families nearby had already begun to sneer.

"The sixth line of defense? Those peasants?"

"Going in isn't just like delivering food to someone else, is it?"

"It would be better if we brought more people to avoid wasting the spots."

Lin Feng glanced back at the one with the biggest mouth.

He wore a set of high-grade silver armor with the Yao family crest embroidered on his chest. He was twenty-two or twenty-three years old and exuded the aura of a sixth-level Martial Grandmaster.

He's quite stubborn.

Lin Feng silently made a mental note of him, then turned back to stare at Han Zhenbang.

"I asked one last time, are you going to give me a spot or not?"

Han Zhenbang frowned.

"Lieutenant Lin, headquarters' decision cannot be changed by one person. If you have any objections, you can submit an appeal through formal channels..."

"I need ten spots for the sixth line of defense."

Lin Feng interrupted him.

"If one person is missing, nobody's getting in today."

The entire tent exploded with a loud bang.

"What did you say?"

"Ten spots?"

"How arrogant!"

Han Zhenbang's face darkened.

He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and looked coldly at Lin Feng.

"Lieutenant Lin, I respect your merits in the B-level rift, but you need to understand that I am now in charge here, and you have no authority to manage it."

Lin Feng nodded and gave a cold laugh.

"Then don't blame me for using other methods."

"What do you want?" The Yao family member in silver armor stepped out of the crowd, his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

"Ranked fifth among the younger generation in the provincial capital is Yao Ziqi, a sixth-dan martial artist."

He drew his sword and pointed it at Lin Feng.

"Since you want a spot, let's follow the rules. If you can beat me, you get the spot. If you can't..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Feng had already reached him.

There is no Fang of Calamity.

There are no martial arts skills.

It's simply a right fist, a very basic downward chop from top to bottom.

Yao Ziqi's pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his sword with both hands to block.

The fist landed on the sword.

Click!

The sword broke.

The spirit runes on the Grade A armor flashed once, and then they were all destroyed.

The armor split open in the middle, and fragments flew in all directions.

Yao Ziqi's body bounced off the ground, flew backwards for more than 30 meters, and crashed into a rocky outcrop in the distance.

The rock broke.

The person was embedded inside, and a mouthful of blood spurted out a long distance.

It hasn't moved.

Life and death do not know.

Everyone inside the tent was left speechless.

One punch.

The younger generation in the provincial capital ranked fifth.

A full set of A-grade battle armor.

It shattered with a single punch.

Lin Feng flicked the fragments of armor off his fingers and turned around.

Han Zhenbang sat in the chair, startled, and dropped the pen in his hand.

Ten spots available.

Lin Feng pointed to the roster on the table with his finger.

"Write now."

Han Zhenbang swallowed hard; his hand holding the pen was trembling.

He glanced behind him, wanting to say something to someone.

The guards behind him were all expressionless, and not one of them stepped forward.

Just kidding, they saw the impact of that punch very clearly. A sixth-level Martial Grandmaster with a fully equipped A-grade armor was as fragile as paper.

Who should go?

Han Zhenbang's pen hovered over the roster for two seconds.

It fell down.

The sixth line of defense, ten slots.

Lin Feng pulled out the token nailed to the table and put it in his pocket.

He turned and walked out of the tent.

Hundreds of people stared at his back, but no one uttered a sound.

After walking a dozen steps, Zhang Qian jogged to catch up.

"Lieutenant Lin! You got the spot?"

"Got it."

"Really? Ten?"

"Um."

Zhang Qian was so excited he almost jumped up, but he immediately lowered his voice.

"So who should we send in? The situation inside the Crimson Rift is completely unknown. We need to carefully consider these ten candidates."

Lin Feng stopped and looked back towards the tent.

The tents were bustling again as the various powerful families resumed vying for spots.

But the noise of the argument subsided considerably, and every now and then someone would sneak a glance at Lin Feng.

"We'll decide on the candidate when we get back."

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and walked towards the camp.

"Let's go see Commander Li first."

After taking two steps, he added a sentence without turning his head.

"Just a heads up, I'll take one of the ten spots. The remaining nine will be chosen from among the martial arts masters and grandmasters under the age of twenty-five from within the defense line. Registration is due by tomorrow."

Zhang Qian nodded frantically and jogged after him.

The medical tents are located on the east side of the camp.

Li Zhenguo lay on his cot, his back wrapped in bandages, his face much paler than usual.

When Lin Feng pushed the door open, Li Zhenguo was arguing with a military doctor.

"I said I can get out of bed!"

"Commander, the injury near your spine hasn't healed yet."

"Get your hands off me! Do you believe I can throw you out with one hand?"

The military doctor turned around and saw Lin Feng, then took a deep breath.

"Lieutenant Lin! Please help me persuade the commander; he insists on getting out of bed!"

Lin Feng walked to the bedside and looked at Li Zhenguo's face.

"You can lie down. I'll handle things outside."

Li Zhenguo stopped struggling.

"What about the available spots?"

Ten.

Li Zhenguo was stunned for a moment.

"Given by Han Zhenbang?"

"I suppose you could call it a gift."

Li Zhenguo stared at him for three seconds, then slowly lay back down.

"OK."

He closed his one eye, then opened it again after a few seconds.

"Have you figured out how to deal with it after entering the crevice?"

"I didn't think about it."

"you."

Why think so much?

Lin Feng patted the back of the Fang of Calamity.

"Just go in and chop them down."

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