High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

When Song Chen came out of the cave, it was already very late at night.

Lin Zhao walked ahead of him, her long, dark brown hair billowing in the sea breeze, resembling a dark flag in the blue mist. She was in charge of leading the way.

The two walked one after the other through the orchard, through the cluster of stone houses, and through the open space where classes were held.

The open space was empty; the sea monster students had dispersed, leaving only the middle-aged man with glasses squatting on the ground, wiping the blackboard with a rag.

He looked up at Song Chen, his gaze calm, then lowered his head to continue wiping.

As they left the residential area and stepped onto the path leading to the northern coast, Song Chen spoke: "Lin Zhao."

"explain."

"If I told you I could wipe out all the monsters on the island, would you be confident you could return to the mainland?"

Lin Zhao stopped in her tracks.

"all?"

Yes, all of them.

"To me, apart from that Beast King, the other strange beasts are nothing."

Lin Zhao took a deep breath, shifted her gaze from Song Chen's face, and looked towards the sea on the north side of the island.

"have."

"We have boats, and we have safe shipping routes."

"Don't the sea creatures know?"

"have no idea."

"Are there safe flight routes as well?"

Lin Zhao looked towards the cave.

"Old Zhou has it."

"Old Zhou was captured 32 years ago. Before he was captured, he was the navigator of the Third Fleet of the Great Xia Dynasty."

Song Chen suddenly remembered someone: Zhou Wenyuan.

In the early days of the psionic advent, humanity had not yet completely retreated to its base cities, and the navies of various countries were still patrolling the oceans.

The Third Fleet of the East China Sea was the last ocean-going fleet of the Great Xia Dynasty, and it was completely annihilated in a major naval battle eighteen years ago.

The textbook says that no one survived, but unexpectedly, Old Zhou survived and was captured by the sea creatures and brought here for thirty-two years.

A fleet navigator knows how to find a safe route in seas teeming with strange beasts.

"So what you lack is not ships, not routes, but opportunity—the opportunity that there are no alien beasts on the island."

Lin Zhao looked at him and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I can wipe out all the monsters on the island, and we'll leave together. Shall we make this deal?"

The sea breeze blew between the two of them, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks came from afar, one after another, like some ancient timer measuring the length of this silence.

Lin Zhao did not say anything like, "I need to discuss this with Lao Zhou."

She spoke directly.

"Do."

Song Chen nodded. He turned around and continued walking towards the north coast.

Lin Zhao followed, but this time she didn't walk in front; instead, she walked beside him.

The footsteps of the two people echoed alternately on the gravel path, one heavy and one light.

The northern coast is a group of reefs.

Black reefs jut out jaggedly from the sea surface, and waves crash against them, breaking into white foam before being quickly swallowed by new waves.

The concentration of psionic particles here is significantly higher than on the island, and a ghostly blue light shines up from beneath the water, illuminating the entire reef area like an eerie, glowing forest.

Song Chen stopped behind a rock fifty meters from the coastline.

He crouched down, and the golden light of his Illusionary Eyes shone deep within his pupils, his gaze piercing through the water's surface and probing into the deep sea.

The goal was quickly determined.

It is smaller than the Ghost-faced Fish Demon, about fifteen meters long, but its appearance is completely different.

The Ghost-Faced Fish Demon is fish-shaped with a flat body, resembling a giant ribbonfish.

The abyssal siren is a mollusk with a translucent, deep purple body, resembling a huge mass of viscera slowly pulsating in the water.

The main body is a sac-like structure, from which seven or eight tentacles extend. The ends of the tentacles have luminous organs that flicker in the deep sea, like a string of dim lanterns.

The abyssal sea monster was asleep, its tentacles dangling lazily in the crevices of the reef, its sac slowly expanding and contracting with the rhythm of the water flow.

The lower-level sea beasts around kept their distance from this area; it was the territory of fourth-level sea beasts, and no fool dared to approach it.

Song Chen memorized its location, posture, and surrounding environment.

Then he looked away and gripped the hilt of the Tianjun Blade with his right hand.

He didn't act immediately, but instead turned to Lin Zhao.

"Step back."

Lin Zhao didn't ask why. She immediately retreated behind a rock a hundred meters away, crouched down, and completely hid herself.

There was no fear in her eyes, only a highly focused concentration, like someone watching a performance she had been waiting for for many years.

Song Chen withdrew his gaze, his hand gripping the knife hilt tightened slightly, and then he moved.

Wings of Gale unfurled in the water, and azure wind wings coalesced behind him. His master-level agility allowed him to precisely control the size and intensity of the wind wings. This time, he didn't need speed; he needed stillness.

He slid into the water like an eel, without splashing, without making a sound, and without even breaking the surface of the water.

He plunged into the water from below a reef, his body entering the water at an angle perfectly aligned with the direction of the water flow, as if he were part of the water flow itself.

The seawater reached above my head, and the world fell silent.

Song Chen sank into the water, the blue wind wings behind him slightly adjusting their angle to guide the water flow in the direction he needed.

He glided silently among the rocks, skirting one rock after another, and passing through clumps of seaweed.

The abyssal siren was thirty meters below him.

As the distance closes, its details become clearer and clearer.

The surface of that deep purple sac was covered with vein-like patterns, within which flowed a dark red liquid.

Even in its slumber, the luminous organs on its tentacles flickered on and off, each time they lit up, creating a faint ripple of spiritual energy in the surrounding seawater.

That's its way of perceiving; it doesn't use its eyes, but scans its surroundings with its mental power.

Or rather, those light-emitting organs are its "eyes".

Song Chen stopped ten meters above it, motionless.

The heart rate slowed to less than ten beats per minute, the flow of qi and blood was reduced to almost a standstill, and the mental energy was concentrated in the deepest part of the Mystic Eye.

He transformed into a stone, a seaweed, a sponge drifting with the current.

Ripples from the glowing organs swept across his body, circle after circle.

There was no response; I couldn't sense him.

After waiting for three ripples to confirm its scanning frequency and range, Song Chen began to sink.

There is a very short interval, about 0.3 seconds, between each time the luminous organ of the abyssal siren lights up.

For those 0.3 seconds, its mental scan was interrupted.

Song Chen's descent was precisely timed to 0.3 seconds: when it lit up, it remained still; when it went out, it moved; when it lit up, it remained still; when it went out, it moved.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, three meters...

He arrived directly above the siren of the abyss.

Song Chen's hand holding the knife moved.

Retrieve the Heavenly Blade from the system storage space.

The blade of the S-class battle sword does not reflect light at all in the deep sea; its material absorbs light rather than reflects it.

The process of drawing the blade was extremely slow, with every inch synchronized with the flashing rhythm of the luminous organs.

It remains still when lit and moves when extinguished; after three flashes, the entire knife is fully drawn.