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Zhou Yuan's hands were trembling.

He looked at the still-warm body on the ground. Liu Gang's neck had been cut in half, and blood was flowing down the cracks in the rocks, emitting a faint warmth.

That last cut was too fast.

It was so fast that he didn't even see how Lin Feng drew his sword.

"Lin Feng, calm down."

Zhou Yuan took half a step back, holding the knife horizontally in front of his chest, but the small piece of metal did not give him any sense of security.

"Liu Gang is one of Deputy Commander Zhao's men. If you kill him, you won't be able to get back to camp."

Lin Feng flicked the blood off the tip of his knife and walked steadily.

"If I don't kill him, will he let me go back?"

Lin Feng's voice was flat, and he held the long knife horizontally, the tip pointing directly at Zhou Yuan's neck.

"Tell me, why did Zhao Tianxiong send you into the rift?"

Zhou Yuan swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He knew he couldn't defeat the monster in front of him.

The information clearly states that he is a seventh-level martial arts apprentice, but the power and speed he unleashed just now definitely surpassed that threshold.

"I can tell you all of Zhao Tianxiong's secrets, including where his ledgers for reselling military supplies are, as long as you let me go."

Zhou Yuan spoke extremely quickly, as if afraid that if he hesitated even for a second, the knife would stab him.

Lin Feng stopped and stood three meters away from him.

"Oh? Reselling military supplies? That's interesting."

I had heard before that some people in the military were reselling supplies and making a profit from the price difference.

He never imagined that a high-ranking adjutant would do such a thing. It's truly a case of insatiable greed!

Lin Feng sneered, "We've finally got something on them."

Seeing that things were looking promising, Zhou Yuan quickly offered his chips.

"Zhao Tianxiong is looking for a batch of Body Tempering Pills. They are supplies he intercepted from the provincial martial arts association. There are ten pills in total, worth one million."

"He suspected you took it, so he had us dispose of you in the crack to create the illusion of an accidental death."

"Furthermore, he installed a locator in the tactical backpack you received, so his men will surround you as soon as you leave the rift."

After listening, Lin Feng reached out and touched the bag on his back.

Sure enough, I felt a hard lump the size of a fingernail in the crevice of the lining.

He squeezed hard.

Snapped.

The sound of electronic components shattering was particularly jarring in the quiet cave.

"Are you done talking?"

Lin Feng looked at Zhou Yuan, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

Zhou Yuan paused for a moment, then nodded.

"I've finished talking. I swear I didn't lie. You can take me with you. I know a secret exit from the logistics department..."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Feng interrupted him and suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Zhou Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively raised his knife to block.

when!

A crisp sound.

The standard longsword made of fine steel in Zhou Yuan's hand was as fragile as paper under Lin Feng's blade, and it shattered into pieces.

The blade's momentum remained undiminished, precisely slicing through Zhou Yuan.

A spurt of blood gushed horizontally from his neck, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

Zhou Yuan never understood why, even after providing such crucial information, the other party still killed him without hesitation.

Lin Feng sheathed his sword, bent down and searched Zhou Yuan's body, finding two porcelain bottles containing medicine and a small bag of exotic beast cores, which he quickly stuffed into his waist pouch.

"Secrets are best kept by the dead."

He muttered something to himself, then turned and walked back.

Wang Tie and Li Ming stood at the corner, both frozen in place, gripping their weapons tightly.

They heard most of the conversation.

Wang Tie looked at Lin Feng walking over and remained silent for a full three seconds.

He was a veteran of the North, accustomed to life and death, and had witnessed much of the dark side of things.

But he had never seen anyone as ruthless as Lin Feng.

Decisive and ruthless, without any unnecessary words.

He is now even somewhat relieved that he did not have a bad relationship with Raymond Lam.

"Is it cleaned up?"

Wang Tie spoke, his throat a little dry.

Lin Feng nodded, took the pile of electronic fragments out of his bag, and threw them on the ground.

"There's a tracking number in the bag; Zhao Tianxiong doesn't intend for us to go back alive."

Wang Tie swore.

"That old bastard, I've had a bad feeling about him for a long time. He even dared to withhold the new recruits' pensions. I never thought he was so heartless."

Li Ming stood to the side, his face ashen, his hands trembling like leaves.

"Brother Lin, what do we do now? Going back means certain death, staying means certain death too."

Lin Feng glanced at him and tossed the porcelain bottle he had found to Wang Tie.

"Each person takes one pill. Since the mission is to investigate abnormal fluctuations, let's continue inward."

"If we go back without receiving the mission report, it will be considered disobeying orders, and Zhao Tianxiong will have even more reason to kill us."

"Block the road, then he'll think we died in the mouth of a monster."

Wang Tie took the porcelain bottle, opened it, smelled it, and his eyes lit up.

"Rejuvenation Pill? Good stuff, it can quickly restore stamina."

He took two pills out of the bottle, handed one to Li Ming, and then returned the bottle to Lin Feng.

"Fine, whatever you say. I've already been given a second chance at life anyway, killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus."

Lin Feng didn't speak, but looked down at the system panel.

[Steel Blade: 51/500 (Stage 1 activated)]

The system actually gave me a level after I killed those two scheming guys.

This gave him a new understanding of his talent.

Any hostile target seems to become fodder for layering.

This does make the process of building multiple layers much easier.

"Let's go to the third floor."

Lin Feng led the way into the depths.

The further down you go, the stronger the burnt smell in the air becomes.

The soil beneath my feet felt soft and spongy, and carried an unnatural warmth.

Li Ming glanced down and suddenly stopped.

On that soft soil, there was a huge claw mark.

The claw print was three-lobed, with each knuckle as thick as a bowl, and was deeply embedded in the ground by at least five centimeters.

"Brother Lin, this mark is hot."

Li Ming squatted down, touched the edge of the claw mark with his finger, and immediately withdrew it.

Lin Feng walked over and stared at the claw mark for a long time.

A beast of this size should never appear in an F-level rift.

According to what he learned at school, only fire-attribute beasts of rank E or higher can leave such high-temperature footprints when they walk.

"The filing data is incorrect."

Lin Feng stood up and looked at the dark passage ahead.

"This is not just a simple F-class fissure."

Wang Tie's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

"Rank E? That's a situation only a full-fledged martial arts team can handle. Our makeshift team..."

He looked at Lin Feng, then at himself.

Lin Feng is a martial artist; he knows that.

But he himself was only a ninth-dan martial arts apprentice, while Li Ming was even worse, only a third-dan martial arts apprentice.

"Scared?"

Lin Feng turned around and asked a question.

Wang Tie chuckled and spat.

"What's there to be afraid of? The magic core of an E-level alien beast is incredibly valuable; just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

"Zhao Tianxiong wants us dead, but I'm going to bring back some valuable stuff to slap him in the face."

The three continued their advance.

Along the way, the number of strange beasts increased significantly.

But most of them are lone F-class alien beasts.

Lin Feng accounted for almost all of the kills.

Every time they encountered a strange beast, he would rush out before Wang Tie could make a move.

[Defeat F-rank alien beast: Fire Beetle, gain 1 Martial Arts Point]

[Steel of the Blade: 53/500]

[Defeat F-rank monster: Rock Serpent, gain 1 Martial Arts Point]

[Steel of the Blade: 54/500]

......

Lin Feng's movements became faster and faster, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air grew increasingly sharp.

As the layers increased, he felt as if the long sword in his hand had become an extension of his body.

Every swing requires no thought about angle or force.

Instinct will tell him where the defenses are weakest.

Li Ming followed behind, and his initial fear gradually subsided after witnessing Lin Feng's effortless and skillful performance.

He even started trying to finish off the monsters whose legs Lin Feng had cut off.

"Brother Lin, this one's not quite dead yet, let me handle it!"

Li Ming shouted and rushed over, poking wildly at a convulsing fire beetle.

puff.

[Assist teammates in defeating the enemy and gain 0.5 Martial Arts Points]

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, not expecting that his teammate's kill could also provide him with a small amount of martial arts points.

Even a small amount is still something.

"continue."

Lin Feng uttered those two words, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the red light ahead.