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

At this moment, a short man in the group, his eyes darting around, smiled and said, "Captain, there are five of us, how should we divide the spoils?"

The captain glanced at him: "How are we going to divide it? We'll talk about it when we get back."

The other tall, thin man sneered, "We'll talk about it when we get back?"

"Captain, we all know each other's backgrounds. This battle sword and armor are worth hundreds of millions, and what's in that box... You say we'll divide it up when we get back? Who believes that?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the captain's face darkened: "What do you mean?"

The tall, thin man gripped the knife handle tightly: "What I mean is, let's sort things out now to avoid trouble later."

The vice-captain also stood next to the captain, coldly looking at the tall, thin man.

"You want to take action?"

The short man suddenly laughed: "Do it? No need, no need."

He took a small bottle out of his pocket and shook it.

"Don't you guys feel a little numb during the fight just now?"

The captain's expression changed.

He looked down at his arm, where there was a tiny wound from when the mandrill had scratched him.

At this moment, the skin around the wound had an eerie bluish-black tinge.

"You...you poisoned me?"

The short man's smile widened: "A little trinket, colorless and odorless, mixed in with the mandrill's claws. You were scratched a few times just now, and the toxin has already entered your bloodstream."

The vice-captain roared and lunged at the shorter man with his knife.

But as soon as he took a step, his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees.

The captain and the others also collapsed, feeling utterly powerless.

The tall, thin man laughed loudly, walked over, and kicked the sword out of the captain's hand.

"You idiots think you can share the spoils with us?"

The short man put away the bottle, walked to the stone platform, and picked up the iron box.

"Captain, Vice Captain, you've had a long journey. We brothers will gladly accept these things."

The captain's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth: "You...you will all die a horrible death..."

The tall, thin man ignored him and slashed him with his knife.

The captain's head rolled to the ground.

The deputy captain and several others were also killed by him one by one, and the smell of blood permeated the cave.

The short man, clutching the metal box, beamed with delight: "Quick, let's see what's inside!"

The tall, thin man came over, and the two of them examined the metal box together.

Song Chen hid in the shadows, quietly watching everything.

Internal strife, poisoning, and counterattack.

That was truly amazing.

I wonder if they know the saying, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

Now, these two men, thinking they had accomplished their mission, were basking in their joy, and their vigilance was at its lowest.

It's time to get started.

Song Chen slowly drew his battle sword, purple lightning silently flowing across its blade.

He took a deep breath, sprang into the air, and covered the thirty-meter distance in the blink of an eye.

The short man had just raised his head when he saw a purple blade of light slashing towards him.

"puff."

His head flew up, a smile still on his face.

The tall, thin man was terrified. He dropped the iron box and drew his knife to start slashing.

But Song Chen's blade was faster; the purple light of the blade drew an arc in the air, striking the tall, thin man's neck before he could strike.

The tall, thin man stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth, but said nothing before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Two cuts.

Two second-tier martial artists were killed.

Song Chen sheathed his sword and glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground.

Then he walked to the stone platform and looked at the skeleton.

The skeleton had been reduced to a pile of fragments, and the five-person team hadn't paid any attention to protecting the body when they were retrieving the items.

Song Chen was silent for a few seconds, then he knelt on one knee and solemnly kowtowed.

"Senior Ye, this junior is Song Chen. I apologize for disturbing you."

He stood up, picked up the few items scattered on the ground, and gently placed them on the stone platform.

Then we began cleaning up the scene.

He dragged the five bodies aside, found a corner to throw them down, and then used a knife to dig a hole in the ground to cover up the bloodstains.

Finally, he returned to the stone platform and looked at the skeleton.

"Senior, I'll take you out and find a beautiful place to settle down."

He wrapped the skeleton in cloth, carried it on his back, and also took the sword, armor, and iron box with him.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the cave.

The underground river still flows gently, and the stalactites still hang upside down.

But some people have been left here forever.

Song Chen turned around and walked towards the cave entrance. After leaving the cave, he searched for a long time and finally dug a deep pit on a sunny hillside at the edge of the valley.

He gently placed the bones inside, covered them with soil, and piled up a small mound.

There was no tombstone, only a flat stone. He carved a few words on it with a knife: "Tomb of Ye Tiejian, respectfully erected by his descendant Song Chen."

He stood before the grave and bowed deeply.

"Senior, I will temporarily borrow your belongings. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will surely promote your fame and let the world know your glory."

The mountain wind howled, fluttering the hem of his clothes, and in the distance, several roars of beasts could be heard.

Song Chen took one last look at the small grave mound, then turned and left.

He now carried a battle sword, a suit of armor, and an iron box on his back.

This is a gift from a hero.

Song Chen took one last look at the inscribed stone, then turned and left.

He carried his sword, armor, and the iron box on his back, and walked back along the path he had come from.

Emerging from the valley, climbing the cliff face, we returned to the dense forests of the Cangmang Mountains.

He found a secluded cave, crawled inside, and put his things down.

The first thing to look at is that metal box.

The metal box is small, about the size of a palm, and is entirely black; it feels quite heavy in your hand.

The lid of the box is engraved with intricate patterns, resembling some kind of psionic array.

Song Chen tried to pry it open, but it wouldn't budge. He then tried to pry it open with a knife, but the blade didn't even leave a white mark on the lid.

nice one.

The material of this thing is at least grade B or higher.

He carefully observed the sealing formation, trying to find a way to break it.

But after looking for a long time, he gained nothing; he knew nothing about formations.

"It can't be opened unless it's forcibly destroyed..."

He muttered to himself.

Violent destruction?

He couldn't bear to part with it.

Something that a powerful figure like Ye Tiejian would carry close to his body must be no ordinary item. If anything inside were damaged, he would be in deep trouble.

Never mind, I'll keep it for now.

He put the iron box into his backpack and picked up the battle knife.

The blade is about 1.2 meters long, entirely silver-white, with faint cloud patterns flowing on the edge, and two simple characters engraved on the handle: Thunderclap.

Song Chen swung the blade lightly, and the blade cut through the air, emitting a clear, melodious hum.

He tried to infuse the blade with the power of blood and qi.

The blade instantly lit up, its silvery-white light interspersed with purple electric sparks, perfectly resonating with the lightning power within his body.

Nice knife!

He tested the blade, making a light cut, leaving a deep mark on the stone wall beside him.

Grade A.

This is definitely an A-grade battle knife.

Song Chen's heart skipped a beat.

Grade A weapons are priceless; you probably can't find more than a handful in the entire Anning City.

He played with the sword for a while, then put it down and picked up the suit of armor.

The armor is full-body armor, including breastplate, shoulder guards, arm guards, leg guards, and boots.

It was dark blue all over, and the armor plates were also engraved with dense psionic arrays. Although some parts were damaged, the main body was intact.

He put on the armor, which fit him perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made for him.

The armor was very light, and he could hardly feel its weight when wearing it, but he tested its defensive capabilities by hitting it hard with the back of his blade a few times, and it didn't budge.

Grade B defensive suit.

Even with some damage, it's enough for him to dominate at the second tier.