High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Another team member spoke up.

"I can't take it anymore, Brother Feng."

"Why don't we give it a try? Dying in the mouth of zombies is better than dying of thirst or starvation!"

Lin Feng didn't say anything.

The female team member sat in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest and whispered something.

"Why rush? We'll just die anyway."

"I'm going to go after you alone."

"So what do you suggest we do? Just wait here to die?"

"I did not mean that......"

The female team member raised her head.

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the ruins outside the window: "I'm wondering... what's beneath those ruins?"

"Even a fourth-tier lord-level zombie is that afraid."

"Maybe... this can help us get out of here."

Everyone fell silent after she said that.

The team members exchanged glances, then simultaneously turned their gazes to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

Looking at these haggard faces in front of me.

I haven't eaten or slept well for three days.

Everyone had dark circles under their eyes, chapped lips, and a last glimmer of hope for survival in their eyes.

He remained silent for a long while.

He finally nodded.

"I'll go take a look."

The female team member immediately stood up.

"I'll go with you!"

"no."

Lin Feng shook his head.

"You stay here."

"Brother Feng!"

"I told you, I'm going alone."

Lin Feng's voice was resolute.

"Nobody knows what's beneath the ruins."

"If there's any danger, I can still escape if I react quickly enough."

"Too many people will only cause trouble."

He stood up and tucked the machete into his waistband.

He took out the last bottle of water from his backpack, unscrewed the cap, took a small sip, and then handed the bottle to the teammate next to him.

"You wait here and stay hidden."

"If I'm not back by dark..."

He paused.

"You'll have to figure it out yourselves."

The female team member's eyes reddened.

"Brother Feng..."

Lin Feng waved his hand, stopping her from continuing.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked towards the ruins.

.........

The ruins are just ahead.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the pile of rubble, turning the broken steel bars and cement blocks a dark red.

Lin Feng walked forward step by step.

His steps were slow but steady.

I walked several dozen meters.

He was less than twenty meters away from the ruins.

Then he stopped.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop; his legs stopped on their own.

A scent seeped out from the depths of the ruins.

Very faint.

So faint as to be almost imperceptible.

But the thing in that aura... gave him goosebumps all over.

He felt as if someone had grabbed his heart.

Grip it tightly!

Each jump requires all of one's strength.

He finally understood why the zombies had reacted at that time.

It wasn't fear or terror.

It's something more primal than fear and terror, a tremor from the deepest level of life!

It's like an ant suddenly seeing a huge mountain.

It didn't know what the mountain was, but it knew it had to kneel down!

This was only because Lin Feng was a human and of the same race as Chen Tianling, so the pressure he felt was far less terrifying than that of the zombie horde.

But Raymond Lam's legs still started to tremble.

His knees bent involuntarily, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain.

He gritted his teeth.

He gritted his teeth until they crunched.

The team members in the houses behind him were peering out the windows and panicked when they saw him suddenly stop.

"Brother Feng! What's wrong?"

The female team member shouted in a low voice.

"Brother Feng! What's going on?!"

Another teammate shouted as well.

Lin Feng heard the anxious voices of his teammates behind him.

He turned his head and waved at them, forcing a very forced smile.

"fine......"

His voice was hoarse.

Each word seemed to be forced out of his throat.

Then he turned back and stared intently at the ruins in front of him.

He remembered Zheng Biao's disgusting face.

And his wife and children waiting for him to return to Blackrock Camp, and the vow he made three years ago when the apocalypse broke out.

Live... no matter what, you have to live!

Lin Feng lifted his right foot and took a step forward.

Another step.

One more step.

With each step he took, his knees trembled, and his forehead was covered in more cold sweat.

That tremor from the depths of one's soul was even stronger!

His body instinctively made him kneel down.

But he stubbornly resisted that oppressive force and moved forward step by step.

When he reached the ruins, he was trembling like a leaf.

His lips were purple and his fingers were stiff.

There was only one thought in my mind.

What exactly is buried beneath these ruins?

He took a deep breath.

He stretched out his hands and placed them on the rubble in front of him, and earth-based magical abilities surged from his palms.

The rubble began to move to both sides automatically.

Large chunks of concrete, enveloped in a yellowish-brown energy, slowly rolled to the side.

Small pebbles slid down with a soft rustling sound, and the steel bars bounced to the side after being bent.

He dared not dig too fast.

Fear of a landslide.

They didn't dare to dig too slowly, for fear of not finishing before dark.

Little by little, layer by layer.

They dug for almost half an hour.

He was so overwhelmed by the oppressive force that he could barely stand.

My knees bent several times.

I always gritted my teeth and forced myself to come back.

at last.

His fingers touched something.

It wasn't stone, nor steel bars, but cold metal.

"It feels like metal..."

Lin Feng's pupils contracted.

He quickly cleared away the surrounding rubble, and then he saw a person buried under the rubble!

To be precise, a man wearing dark gold armor!

The armor was completely shattered.

But each piece of broken armor had faint patterns of light flowing across its surface, which made his scalp tingle just by looking at it.

And that oppressive aura that made him tremble all over... was emanating from this man.

Lin Feng froze on the spot.

His mouth was so wide open that a fist could fit inside.

It's not a baby.

It's a human being?!

That terrifying pressure made even lord-level zombies turn and run away.

It's emanating from this human?!

He was stunned for a long time.

She trembled as she reached out and placed her hand under the man's nose.

Faint breathing.

He's breathing! He's alive!

Lin Feng abruptly pulled his hand back.

The pupils trembled violently.

Still alive!

Such a powerful being suffered such severe injuries.

Still alive!

What level is this person?

Can a fifth-tier superhuman fly?

can!

But can a fifth-tier superhuman still exude this level of pressure after falling into a coma?

Absolutely impossible!

Lin Feng spent three years in the post-apocalyptic world.

I was fortunate enough to witness a fifth-tier ability user flying rapidly over the camp once.

They are indeed very strong.

It can fly and burrow underground, easily annihilating fourth-tier lord-level zombies.

Even a horde of thousands of zombies couldn't hold them back.

But even a fifth-tier superhuman.

It's absolutely impossible for someone to be unconscious and have the mere scent lingering on their body enough to scare a lord-level zombie into turning tail and running!

His mind raced.

Then we can conclude that this person's level is definitely higher than the fifth rank!

Sixth order?

Seventh rank?

Even higher?

he does not know.

Because the strongest he had ever seen in his life was only at the fifth rank.

Lin Feng squatted down in front of Chen Tianling, weighing the matter over and over in his mind.

This person fell from the sky; that shooting star last night must have been him.

Being able to fly at high altitudes and still survive is something he could never have imagined—a super strong person.

If we can save him.

Even if the other party doesn't give him a huge reward, they will at least owe him a favor.

A favor from a sixth or even seventh-tier powerhouse.

How much would it be worth on Yunyuan Star?

How many lives can you buy?

Let's not even talk about that bastard Zheng Biao.

Even the leaders of all settlements in the entire Blackstone Camp, or even the entire Anzhou, have to treat Lin Feng with utmost respect!

Even if I don't want to think that far ahead.

Focus on the present.

The hope of surviving the horde of zombies.

It also applies to this person!

Lin Feng gritted his teeth.

A decision has been made.

Take a gamble!

He reached out his still trembling hands and pulled Chen Tianling out of the pile of rubble.

Then I carried it on my back.

Chen Tianling's body was much heavier than he had imagined.

Although the dark gold armor was broken, the material itself was still intact, and it was not light.

Adding to Chen Tianling's god-level physical density, even though Lin Feng was a peak second-tier ability user, he felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.

"Wow, this is so heavy..."

He gritted his teeth and dragged his trembling legs back step by step.

In front of the window on the second floor of a residential building.

The five team members saw Lin Feng dig a person out of the rubble.

Everyone was stunned.

"Th-what is that?"

One of the team members rubbed his eyes.

"Is it a person?"

Another team member pressed his face against the glass.

"Brother Feng has unearthed someone?!"

The female team member covered her mouth.

"The commotion last night... and the one that scared away the zombie horde... was that person?"

Lin Feng carried Chen Tianling step by step back to the entrance of the house, and used the last bit of strength to carry him up to the second floor.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

He was soaked in sweat from head to toe, and his legs were still trembling.

But he was smiling.

"Damn... I made the right bet..."

He said, panting.

The team members trembled and gathered around Chen Tianling, sensing the terrifying aura emanating from him.

His gaze fell on Chen Tianling.

The tattered dark gold armor still emitted a faint golden light.

And the terrifying pressure that could send chills down their spines even when they were unconscious.

"Brother Feng...who is this person?"

The young player's voice was trembling.

Lin Feng shook his head.

"I don't know either, but one thing is certain..."

He paused.

"Anyone who survived last night's commotion and remains here is definitely not an ordinary person."

"Will we be able to leave here alive?"

"It all depends on him."