Gou Zai Gaowu Shijie Cheng Shen

Chapter 85 Wilderness Combat
“Sir, this guy should be asleep. It looks like he went to sleep in the basement.”

A blond, blue-eyed young martial artist holding a thermal imaging detector whispered to a tall black man standing on a tree branch beside him.

The two were currently hiding in a tree no more than five meters away from Wang Long's house, keeping an eye on it.

And in the surrounding darkness.

There are also three professional mercenaries hidden there, all of whom are at the mid-level warrior level.

They were extremely confident in their operation and conducted a very detailed investigation of the surrounding residents.

"We'll be going in to arrest them soon. We need to be quick and decisive, and absolutely cannot alert the Great Xia patrol team."

There is only one threatening target around here, so try not to alert him.

If we alert them, leave it to me. After I take them out quickly, we only have three minutes left, understand?

The black warrior's eyes gleamed as he spoke softly into the communicator.

However, no one answered him in the darkness.

"Hmm?" The black warrior immediately raised an eyebrow and looked down into the communicator, saying, "Did you hear that?"

However, no one responded.

The blond youth standing nearby immediately frowned in confusion and asked, "Jack? Federer? Alvarez? Hmm? The channel dropped?"

“James, go check on them,” the black warrior said to the blond youth.

"Yeah, these three guys aren't dozing off, are they?"

The blond youth muttered a complaint and slid down the tree trunk.

To be honest, even he himself was somewhat indifferent to this mission.

It's just too easy.

The captain was so cautious in capturing a pharmacist who wasn't even a martial artist on the outskirts of the Great Xia base; he was speechless.

But James couldn't say that.

Because he knew that the other party was currently striving for promotion within the organization, and every mission was very important to the captain.

On the tree.

Kutus sighed softly.

He knew exactly what his men were thinking, and couldn't help but feel that he had made a mountain out of a molehill.

But for some reason, he couldn't calm down tonight, and the source of his unease left him bewildered.

In the slums surrounding the Tianyue Martial Arts University's base, there wasn't even a decent martial artist.

The only person worth being wary of in the intelligence was Wang Long's neighbor, a low-level warrior.

For a high-level warrior like him, a mere beginner could be killed with a single punch, and was not worth his caution.

But his inherent caution remains unchanged.

But why am I still uneasy?
Did he overlook something?

Just as Kutus was pondering whether there had been any oversights in tonight's operation, he suddenly realized that James had been gone for quite some time.

"James, what's going on?"

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Kutus's heart.

He had just asked a question in a low voice over the communicator.

Suddenly someone behind him replied, "He's dead, he can't answer you."

Kutus suddenly lunged forward and jumped down from the tree.

Even though it happened suddenly, he still managed to throw a punch as he leaped out!
A punch from a high-level warrior can unleash at least 4 tons of force.

Kutus is one of the best among them. With a single punch, combined with his combat techniques, he can even approach 10 tons!
Even a high-ranking warrior would be able to have their internal organs injured by the penetrating force of his punch!
But what he didn't expect was.

The punch missed its mark.

There was no one behind him.

Teng——

Upon landing, Kutus immediately looked around alertly.

There was no one in the trees or on the surrounding open ground.

He squinted as if he had seen a ghost, searching around.

"Are you looking for me?"

Just then, a soft laugh suddenly rang out behind him again.

Kutus felt a chill run down his spine and whirled around, throwing a punch.

But it still came to nothing. There was still no one behind him.

What the hell?!

Kuttus was now truly terrified.

Did he encounter something supernatural?
And just then.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the shadow cast on the ground by a streetlamp in the distance.

Behind him stood a figure, gleaming brightly!
"Oh? You found out? Too late, bro."

Xu Feng smiled lightly and slit Kutus's throat with a single stroke.

Even after collapsing to the ground, Kutus still couldn't see Xu Feng's face clearly.

Throughout the entire process, he was completely manipulated by Xu Feng's exaggerated movements.

'Focusing on body techniques first was definitely the right thing to do.'

Lu Fei's initial advice is still having an effect.

Xu Feng smiled and waved his hand as he watched the figure approaching from the shadows: "Sorry to bother you."

Lu Fei emerged from the shadows, looking at Xu Feng in surprise: "What level have you reached in your movement technique?"

"The second floor." Xu Feng smiled slightly.

"So fast?" Lu Fei's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Soon? It's been months already, okay?" Xu Feng was completely unaware.

Lu Fei immediately laughed and said irritably, "Do you think movement techniques are so easy to cultivate? Movement techniques are much more difficult to cultivate than combat secret techniques."

Many people, even those who reach the high-level warrior stage, might not have mastered even a C-rank movement technique.

Xu Feng chuckled: "Looks like I'm a little genius when it comes to movement techniques?"

"You're getting all worked up just because I said you're fat?" Lu Fei affectionately rubbed his head, teasing him like a child.

"Don't you think this behavior is inappropriate for a forty-year-old like me?" Xu Feng said awkwardly.

"It suits you well. A man is a boy until he dies." Lu Fei couldn't help but rub it again.

Xu Feng smiled gently and let her go, showing her indulgence.

"By the way, looking at these people, aren't they martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty? And they're from the Eagle Alliance again?"

Xu Feng bent down and looked at Kutus's corpse, asking a question.

Lu Fei shook her head: "Not necessarily. The Wumeng Mountain region has been quite chaotic lately. It's not just the Eagle Alliance; there are also many small teams of mercenaries roaming around. These people might have been sent by some organization."

"Were any survivors?" Xu Feng asked.

Lu Fei decisively replied, "No, keeping them alive is risky; it could easily expose your strength."

If the information these people provide proves useful, the Great Xia government will absolutely not kill them.

If you're just detained, but later they make some dirty deal to exchange hostages, your information might be exposed.

I've seen this kind of thing all the time.

Xu Feng was immediately astonished and said, "It can be like this? You've thought of everything."

Lu Fei waved her hand: "Just dig a hole and bury them, then take the equipment and leave."

Xu Feng patted his chest and said with a smile, "This is something I'm good at!"

After taking inventory, Xu Feng carried four pieces of Class C alloy equipment, five full sets of Class C combat suits, and a Class B alloy gauntlet home.

Xu Feng didn't count the other miscellaneous communicators and such; he simply put them all away and then quietly left with a shovel.

until midnight.

He and Lu Fei caught a purple-bearded wild boar in the wilderness at night, tied several communicators to its body, and kicked it away.

The wild boar howled and ran into the depths of the wilderness, not daring to look back.

"Will doing this prevent us from being tracked? That's about 20,000 yuan!"

Xu Feng said with heartache.

Lu Fei said to Xu Feng as if she were instructing a novice, "Hehe, there are plenty of people who tamper with communicators, so be careful in the future."

Xu Feng grinned and glanced around: "There's no one here, can I—"

"No!" Lu Fei immediately understood what he wanted to do and interrupted him with a blush.

However, Xu Feng was not about to give up and shamelessly went over to her.

"Waaah—you, you're so mean!"

The sounds of struggle gradually subsided, eventually turning into a low, yielding moan.
(End of this chapter)