High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Chen Tianling nodded in agreement.

Lin Feng finished his introduction.

I thought about the name "Chen Tianling" over and over in my mind for a long time.

Then he secretly shook his head.

He had never heard of this name before, but he roughly knew the names of all the experts above the seventh rank in the major gathering places of Minglong Kingdom.

Those were all formidable individuals capable of fighting their way in and out of hordes of zombies.

But he had never heard of the name Chen Tianling before.

It seems he's still too inexperienced.

That makes sense, though. How could a mere second-tier ability user like him possibly know about a powerhouse who has broken through to the ninth rank?

.........

It was completely dark.

Chen Tianling completely concealed his aura within his body.

The oppressive aura that had terrified zombies and mutated beasts vanished completely.

After concealing its aura, the mutated beasts that had previously kept their distance began to stir again.

A Tier 1 mutated jackal emerged from the shadows of the abandoned house.

He was bald all over.

His skin was covered in disgusting pustules, and his grayish-white eyes stared intently at Lin Feng and the others.

Saliva dripped from the rotting corners of his mouth.

Another one.

The third one.

The fourth one...

In a short while.

A dozen or so mutated jackals blocked the road.

Lin Feng had just drawn his machete when he heard a faint sigh behind him.

Chen Tianling didn't even raise his hand; it was just a thought that crossed his mind.

More than a dozen mutated jackals exploded into a bloody mist at the same time, and more than a dozen first-order crystal cores flew out from the bloody mist.

It automatically fell into his palm and was then completely absorbed by him.

"Keep going," Chen Tianling said calmly.

Lin Feng tucked the machete back into his waistband, nodded respectfully, and continued leading the way.

Along the way, they encountered several more groups of ignorant mutated beasts.

A second-tier mutated giant python sprang out of the abandoned gas station, its gaping maw lunging at Xiao Zhou, who was at the back of the line.

Xiao Zhou was so frightened that he couldn't even scream.

The next second, the giant python turned into a blood mist, and a second-tier crystal core flew into Chen Tianling's hand.

Several first-tier mutated crows swooped down from the sky.

Before they even got within ten meters of the team, they all exploded into a bloody mist, and the crystal cores fell like rain at Chen Tianling's feet, which he absorbed one by one.

Lin Feng and his group had gone from being shocked to being numb.

It went from numbness to habit.

Second-tier mutated beast.

Normally, even if all seven of them attacked together, they might not be able to defeat him.

Now it's gone before we can even get close.

Is this the strength of a ninth-tier expert?

.........

When it was completely dark.

Lights finally appeared ahead.

It was a row of searchlights welded together from scrap steel.

It was erected on a high wall.

The area within several dozen meters outside the wall was illuminated as if it were daytime.

The wall is made of reinforced concrete, and a dense barbed wire fence is strung on top of it.

Several rotting zombie corpses were still hanging on the barbed wire.

Used to warn other zombies.

There is a watchtower at each of the four corners of the wall, made from a repurposed shipping container.

Figures moved about inside the watchtower.

You can see the dark muzzle of a gun protruding from the firing port.

Below the wall was a wide and deep trench, the bottom of which was filled with sharpened steel bars.

The steel bars were stained with dried black blood.

Blackrock Camp.

The camp gate was made of two iron doors welded together from the doors of abandoned armored vehicles, and the surface of the iron doors was covered with scratch marks left by zombies.

A row of armed guards stood on each side of the iron gate.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man with a large-caliber pistol tucked into his waistband.

His face showed a hint of impatience.

Lin Feng strode to the iron gate and shouted at the middle-aged man.

"Old Wang! Open the door!"

Old Wang saw Lin Feng.

The impatience on his face lessened slightly.

"Lin Feng? You're really tough. Deputy Director Zheng said you definitely wouldn't make it back this time, but I didn't expect you to come back alive."

Lin Feng's face darkened. If they hadn't met Lord Chen, their entire team would have been killed by that bastard Zheng Biao and wouldn't have made it back.

He then didn't dwell on the topic any further.

"Old Wang, stop talking nonsense. I have urgent business with Chief Zhao. Go and inform him quickly."

"Just say that a distinguished guest has arrived."

Old Wang's gaze passed over Lin Feng.

He looked at the team behind him, then his gaze fell on Chen Tianling.

He looked Chen Tianling up and down several times.

He was wearing a tattered metal suit of armor, his face was as pale as a dead man, and he needed someone to protect him when he walked.

He didn't exude any of the aura that a superhuman should have.

He looked even weaker than the wounded in the camp.

Is this the distinguished guest that Raymond Lam was talking about?

Old Wang almost burst out laughing.

"Raymond Lam".

He pointed at Chen Tianling, his tone full of disbelief: "You mean... this guy is a distinguished guest? And Chief Zhao personally came to receive him?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Did you break your brain while you were out?"

"What kind of worthless scoundrel wants to see Chief Zhao?"

Lin Feng grew anxious, took a step forward, and suddenly raised his voice.

"Old Wang!"

"You mustn't disrespect Lord Chen! I'm telling the truth!"

Old Wang looked at Lin Feng's serious expression.

His smile faded slightly.

But I still don't believe it.

"Lin Feng, I know this mission of yours was dangerous; you may have been triggered by something."

"Alright, alright. Since you've come back alive, lead your team inside to rest. As for meeting Chief Zhao... we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Before Lin Feng could say anything more, a pale hand gently rested on his shoulder.

"Let me do it."

Chen Tianling's voice was hoarse but steady.

"Oh?"

Old Wang raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and prepared to see what this "distinguished guest" wanted to do.

The guards around them all had expressions of watching the spectacle.

Some were secretly laughing.

Some were nudging their companions with their elbows.

Someone else muttered under their breath: "This sickly guy thinks he's some big shot?"

Chen Tianling took a step forward.

Then he released a trace of the aura he had been suppressing.

There really was only a trace.

Compared to his prime, it's not even one-thousandth of what it was.

But the moment that tiny breath was released, all the laughter vanished.

Old Wang's smile froze on his face.

It was as if it had been frozen.

He felt as if someone had hit him in the chest with a sledgehammer.

It wasn't really smashed.

It was something even more terrifying than a real smash... An invisible pressure descended from the sky, pressing down on his shoulders, his heart, and every bone in his body!

His supernatural power froze completely in that instant, and he couldn't activate it even slightly.

The guards behind him fared even worse.

Several of them collapsed to their knees and couldn't even hold their guns.

The gun was slammed to the ground with the muzzle pointing downwards, and the person fell to their knees.

Even those who could still stand had trembling legs and their teeth chattering.

The guard on the watchtower slid off the chair and lay sprawled on the watchtower floor, unable to even lift his head.

That aura was still spreading outwards.

Like an invisible ripple.

It spread outwards in all directions from Chen Tianling as the center.

They crossed the walls, the trenches, and the low shacks in the camp.

The ordinary people in the camp didn't feel anything yet.

I just felt a sudden heaviness in my heart and my breathing became a little difficult.

But those with superpowers are different.

The higher the level, the stronger the feeling.

The more powerful a person is, the more they understand what this aura means, and how terrifying the existence behind it is!