High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Lin Feng stared at the ruins for a long time.

A faint golden light still flickered in the pile of rubble, like a star about to go out in the night.

Each flash made his heart skip a beat.

He had only one question on his mind: what was under those ruins?

It can scare a horde of zombies into stopping in their tracks.

The second-tier zombie trembled like a leaf, causing the peak fourth-tier lord-level zombie to turn and run away.

He survived for three years in the apocalypse.

I've seen fire-breathing mutated beasts, powerful fourth-tier superhumans, and a fierce individual who could single-handedly take on more than a dozen zombies.

But he had never seen anything like it before.

What is the concept of a Lord-level zombie?

That was the absolute overlord of tens of thousands of zombies in the entire Tielan City!

A single slap could shatter an armored vehicle, and a shout could summon thousands of zombies to completely block an entire block.

But it ran away without even getting close to the ruins...

Lin Feng licked his chapped lips, his hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the hilt of the machete.

he was thinking.

If there really is some treasure beneath the ruins, could it propel the entire Blackrock Camp to new heights?

Could it even allow him to kill that bastard Zheng Biao directly?

He forcefully suppressed the thought as soon as it popped into his head.

can not go.

Something that even a fourth-tier lord-level zombie would be scared away.

For a second-tier ability user like him to go over there is no different from suicide.

The first rule of survival in the apocalypse.

Don't touch things you shouldn't touch.

Curiosity has killed more cats than zombies have killed people.

"Stay calm, surviving is the most important thing..." Lin Feng said to himself.

He turned his gaze away from the ruins.

I closed the storage room door a crack, leaned against the wall, closed my eyes, and forced myself to rest.

.........

Its daybreak.

The dawn in Tielan City is different from other places.

After the sunlight pierced through the layer of gray, poisonous fog, only a pale white light remained, shining on the ruins and corpses.

There was no temperature at all.

As is customary.

The number of zombies roaming the streets will decrease by more than half after daytime.

Most zombies hide in the shadows of buildings.

Only a few low-level zombies that are not afraid of light are still wandering around outside.

This is the best time for them to leave.

Lin Feng glanced around through the crack in the door and noticed that there were indeed far fewer zombies on the distant street.

The streets that were packed with people last night are now only a few scattered animals still wandering around.

He turned around and gestured to his teammates.

"Walk."

"Stop searching for supplies and retreat to camp immediately."

All the team members breathed a sigh of relief.

One by one, they got up from the ground, moving their stiff hands and feet.

A young team member asked in a low voice.

"Brother Feng, are we just going to go back empty-handed?"

"What about Deputy Director Zheng...?"

Lin Feng snorted coldly.

"Going back empty-handed is better than dying here."

"Moreover, what happened last night is more important than any supplies. There might be something under the ruins that zombies fear."

"This news must be reported to Chief Zhao immediately."

The team members exchanged glances and nodded.

Before leaving, Lin Feng looked back at the ruins one last time.

The ruins looked no different in the sunlight during the day than they did last night.

Gravel, steel bars, and dust were piled up there quietly, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But Lin Feng knew there must be something inside!

It's not something a nobody like him could possibly covet.

He looked away and lowered his voice.

"Walk."

Seven people slipped out of the mall's side door without making a sound.

It's right next to the base of the building.

Carefully feeling our way out along the route we came from.

Lin Feng walked at the front, holding a machete in his hand.

Its ears were perked up high, and its eyes constantly scanned every corner around it.

They walked slowly, stopping every few steps to listen for any sounds and make sure there were no zombies ahead before continuing.

But it took less than ten minutes to walk.

Lin Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he had been nailed to the spot.

The street in front of him stretched out into a dark mass of zombies.

It's not a few, nor dozens.

There are hundreds or even thousands!

Instead of spreading out during the day as usual, they were neatly arranged at the end of the street.

They blocked every road leading to the outside world.

"It's all zombies?!"

Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately turned around and led the team in a different direction.

We went around to another alley.

But after walking a few hundred meters along the alley, they stopped again because the alley's exit was also crowded with zombies!

Unwilling to give up, he changed to a third direction.

The fourth direction.

The fifth direction...

But every road leading out of this area was blocked.

He went around in a complete circle.

Finally, they returned to the alley behind the mall, leaning against the wall, their faces as white as paper.

"It's over..."

He muttered something to himself.

"The zombie horde has surrounded this area."

The team members were all stunned.

"How...how is this possible?"

The female team member's voice began to tremble again.

"Didn't they retreat last night?"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth.

"Refund."

"But they didn't go far."

"They've trapped us inside the ruins where the noise started."

The young player's face turned pale.

"Brother Feng... what should we do?"

"Force your way in?"

Lin Feng shook his head.

"We can't get through."

"Although there are fewer zombies during the day, look at their distribution density. There are at least several thousand blocking the outside, and they are all crowded at key intersections."

"Of the seven of us, I am the only one at the peak of the second tier, the rest of you are all at the first tier."

"Trying to break through is suicide."

He was telling the truth.

First-tier ability users are slightly stronger than ordinary people in the apocalypse, but only by a small margin.

It's okay for dealing with three to five low-level zombies.

But if you're facing a horde of hundreds or thousands of zombies... it wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

Even a peak second-tier ability user, when unleashing their full power, could take on more than a dozen first-tier zombies single-handedly, but they couldn't withstand an encirclement of this size for more than a few rounds.

Moreover, the zombie horde includes several second- or even third-tier zombies...

Lin Feng took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart.

"Go back first."

"Retreat back to that area of ​​ruins. Judging from the current situation, at least no zombies dare to approach there."

Everyone fell silent.

No zombies dared to approach; it sounded like a joke.

But now it's their only way to survive.

"Listen to Brother Feng, let's go back."

Lin Feng led his team back.

They retreated to an abandoned house just one street away from the ruins where Chen Tianling had fallen.

The seven people hid in a room on the second floor of a house, closed the window, and reapplied concealer.

A few hundred meters outside the residential houses is the line where the zombie horde stopped last night.

Looking out the window, you can see the zombies blocking the streets in the distance.

They remained standing still.

"Wait a bit."

Lin Feng sat in the corner with a machete across his knees: "Maybe they'll fall apart in a few days."

.........

One day passed.

The horde of zombies hasn't dispersed.

Two days have passed.

The zombie horde still hasn't dispersed.

On the evening of the third day, Lin Feng looked out the window and saw that the zombies were still blocking the end of the street.

The number was even higher than on the first day.

Some zombies have been standing there for three days and three nights without moving an inch.

He looked back.

Lean against the wall and close your eyes.

They didn't carry much to begin with, and their dry rations were only enough to last three or four days while they were out searching for supplies.

There were only a few bottles of water left.

After three days of consuming dry rations, they are almost gone.

There was only one bottle of water left.

One of the team members licked his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Feng... how much longer do we have to wait?"