High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 150: The Power of Control and Domination! Mission Completed, Generous Rewards (Six chapters, bonus chapter for monthly votes, please vote!)

The heavy power armor boots creaked as they stepped onto the metal plates stained with viscous pus.

With Qin Feng at the forefront, the four-person team formed a tight diamond-shaped combat formation and rapidly advanced deeper into the spaceship along the constantly flashing navigation route on the power armor's HUD interface.

The passageway along the way resembles a bloody painting depicting hell.

The walls were covered with claw marks and bullet holes, and twisted corpses and broken necromancy limbs were everywhere. The sweet, pungent stench in the air grew stronger and stronger, and even the air circulation system built into the power armor could not completely filter it.

"Captain, according to the structural diagram, the central elevator platform leading to the lower-level living quarters is 300 meters ahead."

Zhou Quan's powerful voice rang out in the communication channel. His twin swords were spotless, and each strike precisely blocked the mutated corpse's bodily fluids at a safe distance.

"Pay attention to the alert level."

Qin Feng's voice was as calm as ice, "The closer we get to the survivor settlement, the fiercer the resistance we will encounter. The creatures of Nurgle are attracted by the breath of life."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several streams of green acid sprayed out from around the corner of the passage ahead.

"Avoid to the left!"

Qin Feng didn't even look at it before he blurted out the command.

The four members of the squad moved half a step to the left in perfect unison, as if they had practiced it a thousand times. The powerful performance of their power armor allowed them to easily dodge this deadly sneak attack.

The spray of strong acid instantly corroded several large, sizzling holes in the metal ground where they had just been standing, producing black smoke.

"Roar!"

The sneak attack failed, and seven or eight mutated corpses wielding bone blades rushed out of the shadows, their vitality index fluctuating around 60 points.

"Yin Jing, finish them off!"

Qin Feng issued another order.

In the group, Yin Jing, who had been silent all along, suddenly swayed and, like an arrow released from a bow, instantly broke away from the formation.

The silver spear in her hand drew a dazzling streak of light in the dimly lit passage, its tip vibrating seven times in quick succession at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
After seven soft, almost consecutive sounds, the seven or eight charging mutated corpses seemed to be paused, their movements abruptly halted. The next second, without exception, a precise blood hole appeared on each of their heads.

Without pausing, Yin Jing lightly touched the wall with her toes, performed a graceful somersault, and returned to the group as if nothing had happened.

The whole process takes no more than three seconds.

"pretty."

Zou Yun murmured a word of praise in the channel.

Every single person in this team is a true elite.

"keep going."

Qin Feng's tone remained completely calm.

The team advanced, fighting bloody battles along the way.

Just as Qin Feng had predicted, the deeper they went, the more numerous and stronger the mutated corpses became.

From the initial 60 points to the later 65 points, there were even a few elite individuals whose vitality index was almost the same as theirs.

No matter how fierce the enemy was, under Qin Feng's precise command, which was like that of a supercomputer, the four-man team was always like an indestructible blade, steadily tearing through all obstacles.

Finally, after passing through a bloody corridor that stretched for a kilometer, an enormous circular hall appeared before them.

This is the last barrier leading to the lower-level living quarters.

At the far end of the hall stood an incredibly heavy, gleaming circular alloy gate.

The gate was covered with dense dents and claw marks, clearly indicating that it had withstood a considerable period of intense attack.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Clang!"

Heavy thuds echoed from the gate, accompanied by muffled cries and desperate screams coming from behind it.

Before the gate, the entire hall was densely packed with countless mutated corpses!
Their numbers are at least over a hundred!

As for those with a vitality index of 70 points or higher, there are more than forty of them!
Even more terrifying is that these mutated corpses are more twisted and powerful than any we've encountered before.

Their bodies are generally more bloated, and the pustules on their skin throb violently as if they were alive. Some even have bone spurs on their backs that resemble insect limbs.

Forty necromancy variants with a vitality index of 70 or higher!
Their strength was actually on par with their team members!

This is no longer a battle, but a war!
"This...how do we fight this?"

Even a fierce warrior like Zhou Quan couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

Zou Yun and Yin Jing's breathing also became heavy.

More than forty enemies of equal rank, fearless and seemingly endless, while they only had four people.

Once surrounded, the power armor's energy shield won't last long.

"Scared?"

Qin Feng's voice rang out on the channel, still in that calm and composed tone.

"How can it be!"

Zhou Quan immediately roared back, his fighting spirit ignited instantly.

"Then let's start a war."

Qin Feng's gaze swept across the entire hall.

"Follow my command, we'll cut in from the left flank and break through them!"

"Zhou Quan, you be the arrowhead, use your twin swords to clear a path for me! Don't hold back your energy, unleash your full power!"

"Yin Jing, you're behind Zhou Quan. Use your marksmanship to take out any enemies trying to attack Zhou Quan's flank!"

"Zou Yun, you're in charge of right-wing support, and also protect Yin Jing's back!"

"Leave all the elite monsters to me!"

"understand!"

The three of them responded in unison.

"kill!"

At Qin Feng's command, the engines of the four power armors roared simultaneously, transforming into four streaks of light that plunged headlong into the ocean of decay and despair!

"Open it for me!!!"

Zhou Quan appeared as if he had gone mad, his arms bulging with muscles, and the power armor's energy output instantly exceeded its limit.

The twin blades in his hands were imbued with terrifying spiritual energy.

Killer move—Soul-Severing Blade!

He was like a high-speed rotating meat grinder, instantly tearing a ten-meter-long blood and flesh tunnel through the dense formation of corpse mutants!

Countless severed limbs and green pus splattered in all directions.

However, the undead were fearless, and countless monsters surged out of the breach in an instant, trying to overwhelm him.

"Don't think about it!"

Yin Jing's figure followed her like a shadow, and the spear in her hand transformed into hundreds of silver phantoms, each one striking with pinpoint accuracy the eye sockets or throats of a mutated corpse.

Her marksmanship was agile and deadly, perfectly protecting all the openings exposed by Zhou Quan's ferocious offensive.

Zou Yun also unleashed his full power, wielding his iron fists with ferocious force. The powerful punches of the "Overlord Fist" sent any monsters that tried to approach from the right flank flying.

But the number of enemies was simply too great!
An elite necromancer bypassed the three's defenses, and the bone spikes on its back, resembling arthropods, suddenly shot out, aiming directly at Yin Jing's back, who was unleashing her full power!
At this critical moment!
A spear flashed, faster than the bone spike!

Qin Feng's figure had appeared behind Yin Jing at some point. His Thousand Army Spear struck first, and with a perfect angle, it accurately deflected the fatal bone spur with a "clang".

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng flicked his wrist, and the spear shot out like a venomous dragon, instantly piercing through the head of the elite mutated corpse.

Without even glancing back, he vanished and reappeared on another battlefield.

He was like a ghost, a master of the battlefield.

His figure was sometimes in front of Zhou Quan, and with a powerful [Thousand Army Repelling], he swept away three or four zombies that were attacking him, creating a chance for Zhou Quan to catch his breath;
He would sometimes appear beside Zou Yun, lightly tapping his spear to deflect one cunning sneak attack after another.

Qin Feng's every appearance was perfectly timed.

Every time he provided assistance, it made his three teammates play incredibly comfortably.

He single-handedly turned the entire battlefield around!
The more Zou Yun fought, the more alarmed he became, and the more impressed he became.

He witnessed Qin Feng's figure darting and weaving amidst the onslaught of several monsters. His footwork was sometimes fierce like a raptor pouncing, which was the [Fierce Bird Footwork]; and sometimes agile like a dragon soaring in the sky, which was the [Soaring Dragon Footwork].

He perfectly blended two completely different movement techniques together.

And the spear in his hand was even more terrifying.

Sometimes his spear strikes like a mountain, overwhelming all opponents; other times it strikes like lightning, cunning and ruthless.

No matter the situation, he can always use the most suitable and efficient moves.

This is the truly terrifying aspect of the "Control Realm"!
They no longer adhere to fixed killing moves; every move they make, whether casual or spontaneous, is a killing technique!
"Zou Yun! Watch out at your three o'clock position! That guy's about to spray!"

Qin Feng's voice suddenly rang out on the channel.

Zou Yun felt a chill run down his spine and almost instinctively rolled to the side.

The instant he left his spot, an elite ghoul with an abnormally swollen abdomen suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a large amount of dark green acidic venom with a "poof," which landed right where he had just been standing.

The ground was corroded and charred, and the toxic fumes emitted even triggered alarms from the power armor's sensors.

Zou Yun broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for Qin Feng's reminder, even if he wasn't melted on the spot, his power armor would have been damaged.

He was about to thank him when he saw that the elite necromancy that spewed venom had locked onto him again, its abdomen swelling up once more.

As for him, his old strength had just been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, so he had no time to dodge!

In that moment of despair, a black lightning bolt ripped through his vision.

It was Qin Feng's gun!
The Shadow Chaser!

The Thousand-Army Spear seemed to ignore the distance in space, flashing past Zou Yun's pupils with perfect precision. The moment the elite mutated corpse opened its mouth, it pierced through its entire brain!

The terrifying power contained within the gun sent the enormous monster flying backward, pinning it to the distant wall.

The crisis was resolved in an instant.

Zou Yun stared blankly at the scene, feeling the sharp wind of the guns whistling past him, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two words.

"...Good gun!"

This exclamation came from the bottom of my heart; it was a genuine expression of awe and admiration.

"concentrate!"

Qin Feng's voice pulled him back to reality.

The battle continues, but under Qin Feng's leadership, the scales of victory have begun to tip in their favor.

The number of necromancy variants was visibly decreasing, but the four-man squad's formation remained intact.

……

After the last mutated corpse was beheaded by Zhou Quan with a single blow, the entire hall finally fell completely silent.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and flesh, and foul-smelling pus. Four heavily damaged power armors stood silently on this bloody slaughterhouse.

"Huh...huh..."

Zhou Quan, leaning on his twin swords, was panting heavily. The psionic core reading of his power armor had dropped below 30%.

Yin Jing and Zou Yun were also greatly exhausted, but in their eyes, besides fatigue, there was more of a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, and shock at Qin Feng's unfathomable strength.

Without Qin Feng, the four of them would have been completely wiped out in this battle.

Qin Feng sheathed his spear, glanced at the alloy gate, and ordered his S-class intelligent assistant: "Hamer, contact the spaceship's main control system and send a message to the survivors in the living quarters."

【Command confirmed.】

The next second, a clear and steady synthesized voice rang out from the gate's built-in broadcast system within the living quarters:
"Attention survivors in the living quarters. We are a soldier squad from the 'Canaan Star Martial Arts University - Fearless Chapter'. We have cleared all external enemies. The threat has been eliminated. Please remain calm and await our personnel to provide assistance."

The desperate cries from inside the door instantly fell silent, replaced by a deathly stillness, followed by an unbelievable burst of cheers.

"The mission is not over."

Qin Feng said in the channel, "Come with me, we're going to the driver's seat."

The three of them immediately followed.

The team quickly arrived at the cockpit located on the top floor of the spaceship.

The area was also in a state of chaos, but the core control hub remained relatively intact.

Qin Feng walked to the main control panel and, following Hammer's instructions, opened a hidden compartment, from which he took out a palm-sized black cube that shimmered with a faint light.

"I've got the flight data recorder."

His consciousness sank into it, and he quickly browsed through it.

He quickly found out the truth.

The source of it all was a Nurgle follower disguised as an ordinary passenger.

The instant the spaceship entered subspace, he detonated the plague bomb inside his body, completing a suicide attack.

He himself had long since perished in the explosion, but the highly contagious plague spread like wildfire within the confined spaceship.

Those powerful mutated corpses were originally the guards responsible for security on this luxurious flying shuttle.

They were the strongest, had the deepest contact with the plague, and ultimately became the most thoroughly distorted.

"Hammer, scan the interior of the spaceship for emergency survival equipment."

[Scan complete. Emergency supply crates containing 300 emergency survival breathing masks found in warehouse B7.]

"very good."

Qin Feng immediately started operating the control hub, mobilizing the transport robots inside the spaceship to send the supplies to the bottom level.

"Let's go, let's go get the survivors."

When Qin Feng and his three companions returned to the massive alloy gate, the supply crate containing gas masks was already waiting there.

Qin Feng entered commands on the control panel of the gate.

"laugh--"

With a heavy hiss, the alloy gate that separated life and death slowly slid open to one side.

Inside the hatch, more than a hundred survivors huddled together. When they saw the four power armored figures outside the hatch, which looked like demons and were covered in blood and bits of flesh, their eyes instantly filled with excitement.

They're Space Marines!
Qin Feng turned on the external speakers of his power armor, and his voice carried clearly:
"Gentlemen, the corpses and residual liquid outside are highly corrosive and infectious. Please put on your gas masks and then follow us to the escape pod."

The survivors stared at them in a daze, their long-suppressed fear and despair instantly turning into tears of relief.

Qin Feng's gaze swept over these people.

Their vitality aura is generally very low, with the highest not exceeding 20 points.

Clearly, they were just ordinary passengers on this passenger shuttle, and might even have come from remote colonies where even subspace teleportation networks were not yet widely available.

This is a true reflection of the lives of ordinary people at the bottom of the empire.

Vulnerable and helpless, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment in the dark forest of the universe. Under the organization of the four, the survivors orderly received their gas masks, then lined up and followed behind the power armor, carefully traversing the hall of death.

The final step was a close call.

The team successfully escorted all the survivors to the escape pod area located on the side of the spaceship.

Watching the small escape pods detach from the shuttle and carry the survivors toward a nearby planet, Zou Yun breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's finally over."

Qin Feng immediately opened the task interface and selected to submit the task.

"Please place the flight data recorder in your subspace storage unit! And immediately evacuate from the current coordinates!"

"Warning! The Imperial Inquisition has authorized the execution of the 'Extermination Order'! Orbital psionic strikes will arrive in ten minutes—"

"Mission complete. Final reward assessment in progress. Please leave immediately!"

"The psionic strike will arrive in ten minutes—"

"The psionic strike will arrive in ten minutes—"

This scarlet warning message, like a death knell, kept refreshing frantically on their HUD interface!
Orbital psionic strike!

Upon hearing this word, Zou Yun, Zhou Quan, and Yin Jing were slightly shocked!

That is the ultimate purification method that can completely erase the shuttle and everything within several kilometers around it from the physical level!
The four exchanged glances, each seeing the same shock and decisiveness reflected in the other's eyes.

There was no hesitation.

"go!"

Qin Feng gave a low shout, and the four of them simultaneously activated their respective personal subspace teleportation functions.

The next second, their figures became illusory and distorted on the spot, eventually turning into four streams of light and disappearing completely into the death ship that was about to be purified.
-
hum-

The dizzying sensation of space being torn apart and the crazy babbling of dimensional travel receded like the tide, and the solid feeling of being grounded returned.

The blinding white light made the four of them squint instinctively. The power armor's light-sensing system completed the ambient light adaptation in 0.01 seconds. The frantically refreshing "Orbital Psionic Strike" warning on the dark blue HUD interface finally disappeared, replaced by a simple green prompt.

[Subspace teleportation complete.]

Welcome back to Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University.

Qin Feng raised his head and looked around.

They were standing in a vast square whose immensity defied description.

The dome is so high that its top is invisible, and the soft light shimmering within it is a simulated real starry sky, with even miniature nebulae flowing slowly.

On the ground of the plaza, there were millions of teleportation portals emitting a faint blue glow, arranged neatly like an inverted sea of ​​stars, stretching to the horizon.

Every second, a portal lights up or goes out.

Countless warriors clad in various power armors and tactical uniforms emerged or disappeared from within. Most of them, like Qin Feng's team, were covered in blood, their armor stained with the bodily fluids and bits of flesh of the alien species, their eyes filled with undisguised exhaustion and murderous intent.

A few returned triumphantly, clearly having accomplished a great deal. Many more, however, hurried off to receive new assignments and head to new battlefields.

This is the central teleportation hub of Canaan Star Martial Arts University, the starting point and end point connecting this academy with the Star Battlefield.

This is a river forged with steel and blood, and it never stops flowing.

Qin Feng and his three companions stood in the middle of the river. The marks on their bodies from the recent bloody massacre did not attract any attention here. Instead, they appeared perfectly harmonious, a normal part of this grand scene.

Four pairs of eyes met in the air, lingering for a moment on each other's blood-stained faceplates.

The next moment, all four of them simultaneously revealed a genuine smile.

It was the relief of surviving a disaster, the unspoken understanding that came from fighting side by side, and the recognition and trust in each other's strength.

"Let's take care of this 'armor' first."

Zhou Quan broke the silence in a deep voice, pointing to a large patch of congealed, foul-smelling, pale green pus on the chest of his power armor. "This smell is almost ruining my sense of smell."

At the edge of the square, rows of fully automated service facilities are set up.

The four of them walked familiarly to an area marked "Power Armor Maintenance Station".

There are free cleaning and recharging facilities provided for Canaan students.

"Click."

They secured their respective power armor to the slots.

Several robotic arms immediately extended, and high-pressure psionic airflow first blew away the large clumps of dirt on the surface of the armor. Then, countless nanobots, shimmering with a faint light, covered every corner of the power armor like a gray mist, beginning to perform meticulous cleaning, polishing, and damage detection.

Finally, a robust psionic conduit connects to an interface on the back of the power armor, replenishing the energy it consumes during combat.

The entire process was efficient and silent.

While waiting, Qin Feng subconsciously checked his subspace storage unit.

There was a slight movement in his heart.

The black cube he placed inside, which recorded all the truth about "Starwalker-7"—the flight recorder—has disappeared.

"The mission system can actually extract mission items directly from my personal storage space..."

A flicker of understanding crossed Qin Feng's eyes, along with a hint of shock at the empire's ubiquitous and powerful control.

This means that, in the face of the empire’s vast network of systems, the so-called “private space” may not be as private as one might imagine.

The system can take away what it needs anytime, anywhere, as long as it wants.

This is an absolutely efficient mechanism, but also a chilling form of authoritarianism.

"drop."

The maintenance and recharging of the four power armors were completed almost simultaneously.

The armor, which was originally covered in bloodstains and claw marks, is now brand new, gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the lights.

With a thought, the four of them retracted their power armor into their subspace storage units, revealing the black combat suits underneath.

"Let's go see how we reaped our rewards this time."

Zou Yun's tone carried an undisguised anticipation.

He hadn't completed a high-reward task so thoroughly in a long time.

The four walked to the rest area, each found a seat, and then simultaneously opened the HDU interface on their personal terminals, bringing up the settlement page of the Empire Mission System.

A pale blue light screen unfolded simultaneously in front of the four people.

[Mission: Emergency Rescue Mission: Purify 'Starwalker-7']

[Task status: Completed]

[Mission Evaluation: Perfect (All mission objectives achieved, 100% survivor rescue rate, and complete recovery of key intelligence)]

[Task rewards being calculated...]

The data was slowly refreshed, and finally, the reward results were clearly displayed.

Basic Reward: 100 Contribution Points

[Reward Allocation Scheme: Based on a comprehensive evaluation of multiple dimensions, including mission log combat data, command weight, damage output, and threat suppression, the system automatically generates the optimal allocation scheme.]

[Task Leader: Qin Feng. Contribution Points Allocation: 40 points.]

[Task Team Member: Zou Yun. Contribution Points Allocation: 20 points.]

[Team Member: Zhou Quan. Contribution Points Allocation: 20 points.]

[Team Member: Yin Jing. Contribution Points Allocation: 20 points.]

[Bonus Reward: Dreadnought Reputation +100 points (shared by the team, 100 points per person).]

Upon seeing the allocation results, Zhou Quan and Yin Jing had no objections and accepted them readily.

Zhou Quan grinned, clearly very satisfied with the 20 contribution points.

This is almost the amount he could earn in the past month.

Yin Jing nodded calmly, her cool face revealing little emotion, but the hint of approval in her eyes spoke volumes about her attitude.

Zou Yun's gaze lingered on Qin Feng's allocation of "40 points" for a full three seconds.

He felt no resentment whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt it was only natural, and even... felt that the system had given him too little.

He knew better than anyone what the outcome of this mission would have been without Qin Feng.

Forget about 20 contribution points, all four of them would become negative and be completely wiped out of this world.

"I have no opinion."

Zou Yun took a deep breath, his tone more sincere than ever before, "Captain, you deserve it."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, without any formalities.

In the previous battles, he did indeed assume the dual role of commander and core combatant, and this allocation was within his expectations.

His gaze fell on the 100 points of "Dreadnought Reputation".

Contribution points are the hard currency of Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University and can be exchanged for everything in the Imperial Trading House.

Chapter reputation, on the other hand, is another "currency" used within the chapter. It can be used to exchange for better equipment, rare techniques, and even personal guidance from high-ranking members in the chapter's armory, which are not open to the public.

For a member of a warband, reputation can sometimes be more valuable than contribution points.

Qin Feng glanced at his contribution points balance.

The original 31 points, plus the 40 points gained this time, bring the total to 71 points.

"If this mission fails..."

Zou Yun's voice was soft, but it was filled with gratitude.

"We may not have a second chance."

"Our bodies, along with our power armor, will be quietly awaiting the Imperial Inquisition's orbital psionic strike on that spaceship, to be purified and completely disappear from this universe without a trace."

This is not a hypothetical scenario, but a chilling ending that almost became reality.

The air seemed to freeze.

The cheerful smile on Zhou Quan's face disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

He recalled the hundreds of fearless mutated corpses in the hall, and the forty-odd elite monsters of his own level, and a chill ran down his spine.

"That's right..."

He said in a muffled voice, his voice a little hoarse, "Damn, I still get chills thinking about it. If it weren't for the captain, any other commander, even if the four of us teamed up on our own, would have been worn down and torn to pieces by those monsters."

Yin Jing nodded slightly, with a rare hint of emotion: "My intelligent assistant has calculated that, without strong external intervention and precise command, there is a 99.8% probability that I will perish within three minutes when entering the central hall."

Her analysis, cold and precise, was more persuasive than any emotional language.

Zou Yun let out a long breath.

He shook his head self-deprecatingly and said, "If I had a teammate with similar skill to me, and we played according to my ideas, we would be a pile of cold cosmic dust by now."

He looked at Qin Feng with eyes full of complete faith and awe.

“I don’t have your terrifying ability to see the battlefield like you, Captain. I can’t tell in an instant which zombie is about to self-destruct, which is about to spit venom, or which is about to launch a deadly sneak attack. My commands will only be weak and ineffective orders like ‘Hold on!’ and ‘Kill!’ We’ll fight each other, and we’ll be in a chaotic mess.”

“Zhou Quan’s stamina will be quickly depleted, Yin Jing’s output rhythm will be interrupted by endless sneak attacks, and I will be constrained because I have to take care of the overall situation. The four of us cannot achieve a result greater than the sum of our parts. Instead, due to our lack of coordination, we will become each other’s weaknesses.”

"But you are different."

Zou Yun's gaze was fixed on Qin Feng. "Your command has revitalized all of us. You made Zhou Quan the sharpest spear, Yin Jing the most accurate arrow, and me the most sturdy shield. You brought out the best in each of us, and at the same time, you used your superb 'Mastery of the Realm' marksmanship to make up for all our weaknesses."

"So, even if you get all the rewards from this mission, let alone 40 contribution points, I'll still accept it wholeheartedly."

Zou Yun spoke these words with utmost seriousness and from the bottom of his heart.

He completely let go of the sense of superiority he once felt as a "veteran" freshman who had overwhelmed Qin Feng with his strength.

Faced with absolute strength and even more terrifying command ability, that laughable seniority has long been crushed to dust.

The other two also chimed in.

This feeling is even better than being mentored by an older student!

Because if the senior students were to lead them, they would be utterly useless and could only watch as the senior students slaughtered them.

But this time, it was Qin Feng who used his powerful strength to control the situation, making each of them unleash their full potential, even 100% or 120% of their abilities!

Hearty!

They felt they had improved their killing techniques.

After listening to everyone's words, Qin Feng simply nodded calmly.

He knew his value in that battle.

"Since we're teammates, let's not talk about these things."

Qin Feng stood up. "There will be opportunities to cooperate in the future."

"That's right!"

Zhou Quan slapped his thigh and stood up, laughing heartily, "Captain, if there's anything like this in the future, don't forget your brother! Following you means you'll get to eat meat and have a great time!"

"Count me in."

Yin Jing said succinctly.

Zou Yun also stood up and extended his hand to Qin Feng: "From now on, just call me Zou Yun. I'm at your service at any time."

Qin Feng shook hands with him.

Let's add each other as friends in the subspace.

Qin Feng suggested.

"it is good!"

The four people quickly added each other as friends on their respective devices.

This means that they have transformed from a hastily assembled squad into a true fighting force that can be regrouped at any time.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Yin Jing nodded to everyone, then turned and left decisively.

"I need to go train too. This mission has made me realize a lot of my shortcomings."

Zhou Quan scratched his bald head and then took his leave.

Soon, only Qin Feng and Zou Yun remained in the rest area.

"I'm leaving too."

Zou Yun looked at Qin Feng with a complicated expression and said, "Qin Feng, your growth rate is the most terrifying I've ever seen. I hope that next time we meet, I won't be too far behind you."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away into the crowd.

Qin Feng took one last look at the bustling scene at the central teleportation hub, then turned and walked towards his dormitory.

(End of this chapter)