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

Song Chen stood on the sea for a moment, waiting for his breathing to calm down.

The abyssal sea monster is dead, but there are still strange beasts on the island.

Fourth-tier guards, third-tier patrol beasts, and second- and first-tier scattered soldiers.

He wouldn't let any of them go, and he had promised Lin Zhao that he would kill them all.

He gripped the knife handle tightly and dived back into the water.

The two ends of the fourth floor of the teaching area are still asleep, paralyzed by the seaweed toxins.

When Song Chen entered the stone chamber, they lay limp on the ground, their vertical pupils unfocused, too weak even to lift their heads. He swiftly brought his knife down.

[A fourth-tier alien beast has been killed, gaining 2987 kill points.]

[A fourth-tier alien beast has been killed, gaining 3512 kill points.]

There are still quite a few strange beasts on the island, let's continue.

Slaughter, insane slaughter.

[A Tier 3 alien beast has been killed, gaining 401 kill points.]

[A fourth-tier alien beast has been killed, gaining 1988 kill points.]

[A Tier 2 alien beast has been killed, gaining 38 kill points.]

[A Tier 3 alien beast has been killed, gaining 423 kill points.]

……

The system notification sounds were so dense they seemed to go on in one continuous stream, but he didn't bother to count how many heads he had killed.

He simply killed, wiping out every sea beast he saw.

These days, he's been craving it terribly.

The sky changed from midnight to dawn, and from dawn to morning.

As the first rays of sunlight shone on the sea off Guangchang Island, Song Chen stretched his limbs.

"Cool!"

Behind him, the sea was covered with countless corpses.

First-order, second-order, third-order, and fourth-order—the entire sea area was dyed a strange mix of dark green and crimson.

Psionic particles floated above the corpses, and a ghostly blue light shone on the dead beasts, like an eerie funeral.

The island in front of them was similar, littered with the corpses of various sea creatures.

He didn't know when it started, but he began to like this feeling.

It's not that I like killing, it's that I like carnage.

I like the feel of a blade cutting into flesh, the screams of beasts when lightning explodes, the dense and overlapping sound of system notifications, and the constantly increasing kill count.

He experienced this feeling for the first time during the day and night of the breakout.

That night, he realized that he truly loved it.

It's not a morbid bloodlust, but the predator's instinctive pleasure towards its prey, like a wild beast running, chasing, pouncing, and tearing at its prey in the wilderness—that's instinct.

Song Chen sat on the reef, placing the Tianjun Blade horizontally on his knees.

Seawater dripped from his body, mingling with the blood of the strange beast, forming tiny streams on the rocks. He opened the system panel.

[Kill Value: 824423 points.]

From messenger beasts to abyssal sea monsters, from fourth-tier guards to second-tier skirmishers, a night of slaughter has accumulated nearly 600,000 kill points, which should be enough to break through to the fourth tier.

However, he won't break through here.

Song Chen sheathed the Tianjun Blade, stood up from the reef, and headed north of the island.

To the north, in a cave beneath the coral reef, a ship slowly emerges from the cave entrance.

The boat is not large, about fifty meters long and fifteen meters wide.

The keel was made from the vertebrae of a fourth-tier sea beast, and the planks were made from ironwood from the island, with seaweed glue and resin filling the gaps.

The sails were made of sea beast hides, and the dark gray sails were painted with psionic patterns. These were Old Zhou's work, which allowed the ship to emit an aura similar to that of sea beasts while sailing, thus avoiding the perception of low-level alien beasts.

Below the waterline, the hull is covered with a layer of calcium plating scraped from coral reefs, making the entire ship look like a floating reef underwater.

Old Zhou spent thirty-two years building this ship. Every plank, every rope, and every spiritual energy pattern was secretly collected by him right under the noses of the sea creatures.

At this moment, the ship is slowly sailing away from Guangchang Island.

The ship carried more than a thousand people: men, women, the elderly, and children.

They were engineers, physicists, mathematicians, technicians, and their descendants who had been captured from all over the world by the sea creatures and were born on this island.

Some carried simple luggage, some held children, and some helped their elderly parents.

No one spoke. Everyone stared at the island receding further and further away behind them.

Guangchang Island, a place where they have lived for several years, more than ten years, or even decades.

The place that teaches sea creatures mathematics, the place that teaches sea creatures physics, the place that teaches sea creatures how to build nuclear bombs.

At this moment, it is slowly shrinking on the horizon, turning into a dark green spot, then into a tiny black dot.

Someone started to cry, their tears flowing into the sea breeze, and no one wiped them away.

Lin Zhao stood at the stern, her hands gripping the gunwale. The sea breeze blew her long, dark brown hair, making it look like a flag in the morning light.

Her eyes were red, but there were no tears.

Song Chen stood beside her, the Heavenly Blade hanging at his waist. He had changed into a clean set of clothes, which had been given to him by the people on the island.

The facial transformation surgery has been reversed, and she has regained her original appearance.

Lin Zhao turned her head and glanced at him; this was the first time she had seen his true face.

Looking at Song Chen's handsome face, a blush inexplicably appeared on her cheeks.

She looked at it for two seconds, then looked away and turned her gaze back to the distant Guangchang Island.

"Who exactly are you?"

This wasn't the first time she had asked this question.

This time, Song Chen answered.

I'm a freshman at Tianhai University.

Lin Zhao's eyelashes twitched.

She naturally knew about Tianhai University, one of the top three martial arts universities in Great Xia.

Suddenly she realized a very important issue: age.

"Song Chen, how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"..."

Lin Zhao fell silent, unsure of what to say.

At the bow of the ship, Old Zhou sat in a wheelchair. His legs had been broken ten years ago during a punishment by the sea creatures, and he had never been able to stand up again.

He looked out at the sea, holding a nautical chart in his hand.

The nautical chart was brought down from the fleet's flagship thirty-two years ago. The pages were yellowed and brittle, and the edges had been soaked in seawater countless times, but the routes on it were still clear.

From Guangchang Island to the mainland, it's a 3,000-kilometer journey, requiring traversing two beast king territories, bypassing seventeen patrol nodes of messenger beasts, and finding the only safe waterway among four reef clusters.

He had been drawing this route in his mind for thirty-two years, and today he finally put it to use.

Song Chen was still concerned about the nuclear weapons. He went to Lao Zhou's side and asked, "What about the facilities on the island?"

Old Zhou removed his hand from the nautical chart and placed it on his knee.

"The reactor in the experimental area has three safety fuses. We triggered the first one, and before leaving, I had someone change the triggering parameters of the second fuse."

"At this time tomorrow, the reactor will restart. Without the fuse, it will run until it exceeds the true critical value, and then..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Song Chen knew what he was going to say.

The sails were filled with wind, and the psionic patterns on the sails glowed with a ghostly blue light, emanating an aura similar to that of sea monsters.

The boat glided across the water, leaving a white trail behind it.

The trail extended toward Hiroshima Island before being smoothed out by the waves.

The more than 1,000 people on board finally returned home.