High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 152 - 138: Spatial Rejection, Slaying the Alien Race Squad
Wu Feng strode away, getting transferred through the internal military line to the war zone. The phone was quickly connected.
"I am Captain Wu Feng from the Qianhai City 1975 Unit. At 8:15, during the execution of the Secret Realm mission, among Su Mu, Tantai Yan, and Lin Ying who entered the battlefield, someone seems to have advanced to a Sixth Level Martial Artist, causing a battlefield uproar..."
"Alright, I understand the situation. Keep an eye on the battlefield conditions and report at any time."
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Inside the battlefield.
After Su Mu sprinted for several kilometers, he vaguely felt a slight discomfort across his whole body, as if this space was rejecting him.
"It should be an illusion. Every battlefield is different."
"Perhaps it’s caused by spatial instability."
He didn’t know much about the battlefield, subconsciously attributing this rejection to the spatial instability of the Qianhai City Alien Race Battlefield.
Now Su Mu’s speed had reached 175 meters per second, which translates to 630 kilometers per hour. This was burst speed; ordinary Martial Artists would slow down significantly during long-distance running.
But these weren’t issues for Su Mu. After switching to the Inner Breathing Technique, he could maintain burst speed for a relatively long time. His mastery of Breathing Techniques and the strength of his five viscera were sufficient, only the strength of the six viscera was somewhat lacking.
A hundred kilometers was just over ten minutes. But while on the battlefield, Su Mu didn’t sprint with all his might. He needed to reserve some strength for unexpected situations, like an alien attack.
"Exhilarating!"
The strong wind whistled past Su Mu’s ears, and the scenery ahead swiftly retreated.
Before long, a vast mountain range appeared in front of him.
"Time for a warm-up."
Su Mu stepped into the mountains, and soon several wolf-like fierce beasts with silvery-gray horns on their heads surrounded him, each with shoulders over two meters tall, as robust as bulls.
The next second, the wolf pack bared their fangs and claws, launching an attack on Su Mu.
Clang!
A Third Level Long Saber flashed with spiritual light, appearing in his hand. Su Mu stepped his left foot forward half a step, leaning his body out before instantly drawing his saber, sparks and a cold gleam flickered.
As they crossed paths, new bloodlines appeared on the necks of all the wolves behind Su Mu. In the next moment, blood gushed forth, and the wolves fell heavily without even having time to let out a single scream.
Blood flowed like a tide, staining the ground red.
Su Mu’s eyes shimmered with an unusual glow, as he just used his Insightful Eyes, verifying the gains from within the Grandmaster Tower.
"There is still quite a gap between theory and practice."
"I’m still slow. Although the Sword Drawing Secret Technique can reach an impeccable state briefly, it shows flaws afterward. It’s just fit to practice on these fierce beasts to identify and fill those gaps."
Later, Su Mu drew his saber to slice open the skull, discovering a Blood Core smaller than a green date pit inside the head of one of the wolves.
"It seems these fierce beasts developed Blood Cores due to the influence of the impending Secret Realm’s emergence."
Su Mu suddenly realized, and after collecting the Blood Core, he also cut off the horns of these wolf-like fierce beasts, storing them in the Space Ring.
Then, Su Mu stopped sprinting and instead walked out step by step. After the Grandmaster Tower, he discovered many of his flaws during combat but hadn’t yet had the opportunity to consolidate. Now was the chance.
Perhaps influenced by the Secret Realm, the number of fierce beasts in the mountains was astonishing, and they were incredibly frenzied, perhaps also stimulated by the scent of blood. These low-tier fierce beasts, with little intelligence, launched attacks on Su Mu one after another.
In no time, with every step, blood flowed, forming rivers.
Su Mu’s eyes held a certain understanding, wanting to proceed but realizing he had already walked out of this stretch of the Fierce Beast Mountain Range. Looking back, the mountains behind were filled with the dense smell of blood, eerily silent.
Continuing forward.
Before a narrow canyon, Su Mu’s hand fell on the hilt of his saber. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly stepped forward, his figure flickered.
The long saber made a fine rubbing sound against the sword scabbard, followed by a crisp clang of the blade, before finally spitting out nearly tangible sword gleam, fiercely slashing towards a giant rock.
Shing!
The sword gleam sliced through the giant rock, and behind the rock, a figure whose skin was noticeably different from human’s, with a cerulean hue, showed a dramatic change in expression, wanting to escape but felt light-headed and dizzy.
"How, how is this possible?"
The figure emitted the last cries of life in a language Su Mu couldn’t understand, as a head flew, spraying blood.
The next second, several exclamations rang out not far away, and the remaining three faces were filled with utter terror. They thought they had hidden well, planning to ambush humans on this unavoidable path.
They finally had waited for a lone human, but what they didn’t expect was that what awaited them was not a lamb to be slaughtered, but a fierce tiger with murderous intent.
With just a single exchange, their strongest was bisected along with a several-meter-high rock.
"Run, quickly run."
"We are no match for him, this person is unbeatable, it must be one of those two Sixth Level Martial Artists among the humans, run fast!"
Although Su Mu couldn’t understand the language of these aliens, he could guess some. These aliens ambushing him wanted to escape, but since they aimed for an ambush, could they still flee now?
On the spot, Su Mu took a deep breath, as the Inner Breathing Technique was activated, his Qi and blood surging mightily. Feeling this wave of Qi and blood, the aliens were more convinced of their speculation.
A Fifth Level Martial Artist, even a Fifth Level Warrior on their side, couldn’t possess such abundant Qi and blood. This human must be a Sixth Level Martial Artist or even a strong one among them.
They felt unwilling, and their eyes flickered with hatred.
In their view, Su Mu was violating the rules, as a Sixth Level Martial Artist couldn’t act casually!
These thoughts of the aliens were unknown to Su Mu. He now only had one thought, to slaughter these aliens ambushing him.
Immediately, Su Mu activated the Extreme Shadow Body Technique, his figure shimmered, and cold gleams descended.
The remaining three didn’t even have the chance to utter a scream, falling with expressions full of despair and disbelief.
Soon, Su Mu skillfully collected the Space Rings from these aliens, glanced at them, and roughly estimated the four Space Rings contained three hundred and fifty thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to thirty-five million Lower Grade Spirit Stones.
As for elixirs, there were plenty of over fifty bottles, nearly forty of which were of human origin.
Besides, there were also some weapons and Spirit Plants, including a Sixth Level Long Spear. Although Su Mu couldn’t use it, he could later exchange it for Spirit Stones or trade it for goods.
"These guys should only be Fourth Level in strength, but they’re richer than even that Fifth Level Alien Race back then. It seems not a few human Martial Artists were ambushed and handled by these guys."
Su Mu’s heart skipped a beat, and after counting the spoils, as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, then took out his War Order intending to record the Battlefield Points.
"It’s been too long since I’ve come to the battlefield. I almost forgot about this. Those fierce beast points just now are all forgotten."
In the next second, Su Mu softly exclaimed.
Because the War Order showed an additional twenty thousand points, meaning the ones killed were Fifth Level Aliens, as Fourth Level Alien Points are four thousand, Fifth Level Aliens are twenty thousand.
"These were Fifth Level Aliens, but why were they so... weak?"
Su Mu’s expression was somewhat peculiar, as his War Order quickly accumulated eighty thousand Battlefield Points, meaning the four who ambushed him were actually Fifth Level Aliens.
"Maybe it’s due to spatial instability in this battlefield area, so the Fifth Level Aliens here are on the weaker side?"
"This place is not safe to stay for long, better leave soon."
Su Mu withdrew the token and quickly left.
At this moment, Su Mu didn’t know that with him instantly killing four aliens, the alien base camp was in an uproar.
"Just now, the Chatuli team of four was wiped out. The location of death was near a Third Level Fierce Beast Mountain Range at the edge of human territory."
"The team led by Lord Chatuli is entirely dead? I heard yesterday they killed three humans, including a Fifth Level Martial Artist. Their team’s strength was not weak. Could it be they’ve been striking too often and encountered an elite human Fifth Level Martial Artists team?"
"It shouldn’t be. Judging by the time, it’s like they all died at the same point, meaning they were instantly killed with no chance to resist. I suspect they encountered a Sixth Level Martial Artist from the human side."
"Damned humans, they actually dispatch Sixth Level Martial Artists so freely?"
"Our warriors can die in battle, but not die meaninglessly. We must retaliate too!"
The alien base camp was in an uproar.
"Sixth Level Martial Artist? Tell me the specific location."
At this time, a voice issued from behind the aliens that tolerated no objection. Just then, before anyone could voice dissatisfaction, a sharp spear directly aimed at his forehead.
The holder of the spear was a tall, red-skinned alien. At seeing this, everyone’s expression changed, but upon noticing the newcomer’s complexion, gulped silently, and words caught in their throats.
"Bloodline Alien Race, no, you are Royal Family? Are you from the Ray Family?"
"I don’t want to repeat myself."
Nanu snorted coldly, and with a jolt of the spear, the tip pierced the skin, and blood pearls oozed out.
"Sir, I’ll immediately synchronize the exact location for you." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Upon receiving the information, Nanu retracted his spear and, ignoring the crowded eyes of rage and surprise, turned and left.
