High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

"Alright."

Chen Tianling spoke slowly.

Lin Feng's face instantly broke into a big smile.

"Very good!"

"Don't worry, sir! Although our Blackstone Camp is simple, we will certainly treat you well!"

The other team members also burst into laughter, each one more radiant than the last.

Lin Feng wanted to step forward and help Chen Tianling up.

Chen Tianling raised his hand to refuse.

"No need to help."

"I can walk by myself."

He gritted his teeth and stood up, moving slowly but steadily with each step.

Lin Feng didn't insist, but simply gripped his machete and walked at the front.

The other team members automatically surrounded Chen Tianling.

They protected him in the middle.

.........

The group left the outskirts of Tielan City.

We walked along the road, which was clogged with abandoned vehicles, toward Black Rock Camp.

Occasionally, one or two low-level zombies would wander over.

But after sensing the aura emanating from Chen Tianling, he immediately turned and ran.

The journey was smooth and uneventful.

As darkness gradually fell.

They have completely moved out of the ruins of Tielan City.

We arrived at a suburb overgrown with weeds.

On both sides of the road were rows of abandoned houses, their windows long since shattered.

The wall was covered with withered vines.

Some houses had their roofs half collapsed, and a few kilometers further on, you would be completely out of Tielan City's territory.

Lin Feng walked at the very front.

I feel much more relaxed than when I arrived.

Although we didn't find any supplies on this mission, we managed to latch onto a super powerful ally!

As long as we bring this gentleman back to camp safely.

Zheng Biao, deputy director of the materials department—it's all bullshit!

He was thinking about it.

A faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind the abandoned gas station ahead.

Lin Feng immediately stopped in his tracks.

And he placed his hand on the machete.

"Someone's there!"

The other team members also stopped and gripped their weapons tightly.

Five people emerged from behind the gas station; all five were wearing black leather armor.

The leather armor was stained with a lot of black blood from zombies.

He had an alloy machete tucked into his waistband.

The leader was bald, with a hideous scar running from his forehead to his chin.

My right eye is blind.

A grayish-white fake eyeball was stuffed into its eye socket.

He held an axe covered in bits of flesh, the blood on the blade still wet.

Four other people followed behind him.

Two people were holding machetes.

One was carrying an iron rod, and the other was holding a crossbow.

Five people.

They are all second-tier ability users.

The bald man at the head of the group was at the peak of the second tier.

Lin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized these people; they were thugs under Zheng Biao's command at the Black Stone Camp.

He was specifically there to do dirty work for Zheng Biao.

The bald leader, nicknamed "One-Eyed Dragon," had originally defected from another base.

The methods were extremely ruthless.

No one dared to mess with them in the camp.

"Yo."

The one-eyed man grinned, revealing two rows of teeth stained yellow by smoke.

"Lin Feng, you're still alive, huh?"

His voice was rough and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping an iron plate.

His tone carried a playful, cat-and-mouse vibe.

Lin Feng gripped the knife handle tightly.

"One-Eyed Dragon, what are you doing here?"

The one-eyed man hoisted the axe onto his shoulder, his grin widening even further.

"How did I get here?"

"Of course I'm here specifically to wait for you."

"Director Zheng said so."

"You, Raymond Lam, have been a bit unruly lately. Let me teach you what rules are."

Lin Feng's heart sank.

He guessed right; Zheng Biao did indeed make his move!

However, instead of causing a huge commotion to attract the zombie horde, they sent people to ambush him on his inevitable route!

"One-eyed dragon."

Lin Feng lowered his voice.

"I don't care how much you've taken from Zheng Biao, we don't want to fight you today."

"Go back and tell Zheng Biao that we can talk about it when we get back to the camp."

The one-eyed man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Back to camp?"

"Raymond Lam, are you really stupid or just pretending?"

"Director Zheng sent me to teach you manners. What do you think teaching manners means?"

He took the axe off his shoulder and held it in his hand; the blade reflected a scarlet light in the setting sun.

"Several people died on the outskirts of Tielan City, bitten to death by zombies."

"Who would care?"

"And who would dare care?"

The four thugs behind him also laughed at the same time.

He laughed without restraint.

"Captain Lin, blame yourself for being blind."

A tall, thin man carrying an iron rod grinned sinisterly: "Of all people to offend, why did you have to offend Director Zheng?"

"Don't you know that Director Zheng holds grudges the most?"

Another burly man holding a machete licked his lips.

His gaze lingered on the female team member behind Lin Feng like a venomous snake, a lewd grin spreading across his face.

"Hey, Captain Lin, you sure know how to enjoy life, bringing a woman along on every mission? That delicate skin...you haven't had any in ages, have you?"

He swallowed hard.

He slung the axe over his shoulder, his eyes growing increasingly blatant: "Don't worry, after she's finished serving us brothers in turn, I'll make sure she has a whole corpse."

"Big brother, you know me, I love trying new things." He turned his head and winked at the one-eyed man, his tone ingratiating and flattering.

"You know I'm a germaphobe, could I be first in line later? I promise I'll clean it up so it won't delay your subsequent business."

The one-eyed man glanced at him sideways with his grayish-white fake eye, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder? Okay, boss, I'll reward you by making you the last one to clean."

"After we're done having fun, the leftovers are yours."

The burly man wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he chuckled and rubbed his hands together. "Alright! Even a sip of soup is better than nothing."

"........."

The female team member gripped the dagger so tightly her knuckles turned white. She didn't say anything, just stared intently at the burly man.

Lin Feng's voice had taken on a chill.

"So, there's no point in discussing today's matter?"

The one-eyed man stopped smiling, and his fake eyeball rolled around in its socket.

"talk?"

"What's the point of talking to a dead person?"

Then his gaze swept over the group behind Lin Feng and saw Chen Tianling, who was being protected in the middle.

His movements paused for a moment.

That was a stranger's face.

He was wearing a tattered metal suit of armor that was barely standing, and his face was as pale as a dead man.

He had to gasp for breath after every step; he looked like a seriously injured cripple.

The one-eyed man glanced at it once and then looked away.

"Oh, and you even rescued a good-for-nothing."

"When did you, Raymond Lam, switch careers and become a philanthropist?"

He scoffed.

"Fine, he's just unlucky."

Since I'm hanging out with you... let's die together.

He pointed the axe forward.

"Let's do it."

The five thugs moved at the same time, with One-Eyed Dragon at the forefront.

The second-tier peak ability user unleashed his speed, charging towards Lin Feng like a raging bull.

The axe blade drew a blinding, cold light in the air.

The other four people also attacked at the same time, with two wielding machetes flanking from the left and right.

The tall, thin man carrying the iron rod went around to the back of the group.

Those with crossbows remained where they were, the crossbow bolts already aimed at Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng gripped the machete tightly.

The earth-based power was unleashed at full force, and the soil beneath his feet began to churn.

He's ready to fight to the death!

But just then...

A hand gently rested on his shoulder.

The hand was weak, as light as a leaf falling on the shoulder.

Lin Feng was taken aback.

He turned his head away.

I saw Chen Tianling's extremely pale face.

Chen Tianling didn't look at him.

He simply stared indifferently at the one-eyed man charging towards him.

Then he reached out his hand.

He casually waved his hand in the direction of the one-eyed man.

The movement was so light and airy, like shooing away a buzzing mosquito.