High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Deep within the camp.

Inside a two-story building reinforced with reinforced concrete, Zhao Guangwei, the leader of the Black Stone Camp, was sitting behind his desk.

A list of supplies was laid out in front of them.

He had just picked up the teacup that had been steeped countless times, ready to take a sip of water.

Suddenly, he froze.

Hand trembled.

The teacup slammed onto the table with a clatter.

In this post-apocalyptic world, tea, which is as precious as gold in the past, was spilled all over the table, flowing down the supply list.

Zhao Guangwei ignored the cup of tea; he just stared intently at the direction of the office door.

The pupils shrank to pinpoints.

What the hell is this aura?

He survived for three years in the apocalypse.

I've seen fourth-tier mutated beasts, and even fifth-tier zombies.

And he had once felt the oppressive aura of that peak seventh-tier expert from the Minglong Kingdom from afar.

But all those oppressive auras combined... are nothing compared to the aura he's feeling right now!

He didn't have time to think it through.

He suddenly jumped up from his chair and pushed open the office door.

The corridor was in complete chaos.

Deputy leader Zhong Lianghui was leaning against the wall, clutching his chest.

He was panting heavily.

"Old Zhong!"

Zhao Guangwei grabbed his shoulder.

"What happened outside?!"

Old Zhong looked up, his face as white as paper: "I...I don't know either..."

"This aura suddenly wafted over from the camp's main gate..."

Zhao Guangwei's heart skipped a beat.

The camp entrance?

Could it be that bastard Zheng Biao messed with someone he shouldn't have?

Or is it some high-level zombie outside that has its eye on Blackrock Camp?

No matter what it is, he has to go and see it now!

Zhao Guangwei loosened his grip on the old clock.

He took off running.

His speed as a peak third-tier ability user was pushed to the limit, and he rushed to the camp gate in no time.

Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

His guard captain, Lao Wang, was kneeling on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

The guards behind him also knelt down.

Some guns fell to the ground, and some lay prone on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

Several people were standing at the door.

Leading the group was Lin Feng, the captain of the seventh search team.

Behind Lin Feng was a young man wearing tattered armor and with a pale face.

That terrifying pressure emanated from that young man.

Zhao Guangwei felt a chill run down his spine.

When Old Wang saw Zhao Guangwei arrive, it was as if he had seen a savior. He scrambled over to him, his voice trembling violently.

"My... my lord!"

"This sir...this sir is a distinguished guest!"

"What Captain Lin said is true!"

Provide the most detailed information available as quickly as possible.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guangwei took a deep breath.

Suppressing his fear, he walked up to Chen Tianling and bowed with clasped hands without hesitation.

"Zhao Guangwei, leader of the Blackrock Camp, greets Your Excellency!"

"I was unaware of your arrival, sir. I apologize for not greeting you properly!"

His voice was extremely respectful, and every word trembled.

Then he slightly raised his head.

He added a sentence in a cautious, tentative tone.

"Blackstone Camp is a directly subordinate branch of Anzhou Luoan Camp."

"We are under the protection of the Han family at the Luo'an camp. May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

After he finished speaking...

His eyes were fixed on Chen Tianling.

My palms were sweaty.

He moved out of the Luoan camp because he was still unsure of the terrifying powerhouse's intentions.

The opponent is so strong.

If they really want to harm Blackrock Camp.

What could a mere third-tier ability user like him possibly use to defend himself?

Nothing can stop it.

So he could only try to bring out his backing to make this powerful figure wary.

Luo'an Camp is one of the largest settlements in Anzhou, with tens of thousands of survivors. There is also a peak seventh-level ability user stationed in the base.

They are a major force that ranks among the top in the entire Anzhou.

Zhao Guangwei's heart was pounding faster than a drum when he said this, fearing that his words might anger the other party.

Chen Tianling glanced at him and said indifferently.

"I'm a little injured and need a place to recover. Lin Feng invited me here, and I won't be staying for long."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guangwei felt a sudden sense of relief.

But at the same time, I felt a bit more anxious.

They're not here to cause trouble, they're here to recover from their injuries.

Very good!

But what did this gentleman say?

"You won't be staying too long?"

That won't do!

Even if a powerhouse of this caliber only stays in his camp for a few days, Blackrock Camp will have much more confidence when word gets out!

Moreover, this gentleman said he was invited by Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was the search team leader under his command.

In other words, Blackrock Camp had done this person a favor!

Zhao Guangwei quickly bowed deeply again.

"It is a great honor for us, sir, to have you visit Blackrock Camp!"

"Adults can stay as long as they want!"

"Although Blackrock Camp is simple, we will do our best to provide a good stay for you, sir!"

He had barely finished speaking.

Then came another series of chaotic footsteps behind me.

The camp's higher-ups arrived one after another.

Director of the Supplies Department, Director of the Medical Department, Deputy Commander of the Garrison, Deputy Director of the Logistics Department...

Seven or eight people rushed over from the camp, each with a look of panic and confusion on their face.

They had already sensed the terrifying aura on the way.

Now, seeing their leader bowing to a strange man, they all understood what was going on.

Then these high-ranking officials all clasped their hands in a salute to Chen Tianling.

Everyone looked tense.

I didn't dare to breathe.

in the crowd.

One person's steps were unusually slow.

Zheng Biao.

Deputy Director of the Logistics and Supplies Department.

Third-tier superhuman.

He stood at the very back of the crowd, his body trembling more violently than anyone else's.

He saw that Lin Feng had returned alive!

And it's completely intact!

And all five men he sent out have disappeared.

Lin Feng now has a powerful figure by his side, one that even Zhao Guangwei has to bow to.

He understood instantly.

One-Eyed Dragon and the others... probably won't be coming back.

Lin Feng, that bastard, not only didn't die in Tielan City, but he also managed to latch onto a powerful figure!

Zheng Biao felt his legs going weak.

He desperately tried to shrink back into the crowd, hoping that the unfamiliar, powerful man wouldn't notice him.

I hope Raymond Lam doesn't see him.

I hope this is all just a nightmare.

But just then...

Lin Feng turned his head and looked through the crowd.

His gaze landed steadily on Zheng Biao, as cold as iron in winter, devoid of anger or mockery.

There is only one certainty.

It's like looking at someone who is already dead.

Zheng Biao shuddered and almost knelt down on the spot.

Finished!

Just then, Chen Tianling spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Which of you is named Zheng Biao?"

His tone was very flat.

But these words, when they reached everyone's ears, sent shivers down their spines even further than the oppressive aura they had just felt.

Why did this official ask Zheng Biao what he wanted? How did Zheng Biao offend this official? Does Zheng Biao have a grudge against this official?

No one spoke. No one dared to speak.

The high-ranking officials looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and fear.

A few seconds later, a person stepped out from the crowd.

It was Qian Dayou, the director of the materials department.

He usually treated Zheng Biao like a brother, drinking and embezzling together.

They're so good they could share a pair of pants.

Zheng Biao huddled at the back of the crowd. When he saw Qian Dayou walk out on his own initiative, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

A warm feeling welled up inside me.

Good brother! I was right to have such a brother! He actually dared to stand up for me in a time like this!

Suddenly, I felt that all the resources I had given to the other party were worth it!

This guy is a bit greedy... but he's really capable when it comes to getting things done!

Qian Dayou walked up to Chen Tianling with a fawning smile on his face.

He bent over and pointed a finger at Zheng Biao, who was at the back of the crowd.

"My lord... that is him."

Qian Dayou's voice was sweet and flattering, as if he were talking to his own father.

The emotion on Zheng Biao's face froze instantly.

He stared at Qian Dayou with his mouth wide open.

My mind went completely blank.

Brothers?

Should we step forward?

He stepped forward.

But he really did stand up for himself and sell him out!

Zheng Biao's legs went completely limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Tianling's gaze followed Qian Dayou's finger and landed on Zheng Biao.

That gaze was devoid of emotion, yet it sent a chill down Zheng Biao's spine.