Emergency Rescue

Feng Qingmo had no idea that a newly evolved intelligent lifeform was complaining about him moving too fast. At this moment, he was flying low through the air, heading toward the landing site where he had first arrived in the Arctic.

The initial journey had taken several days, followed by several more days searching the area where the disappearances occurred, and then over ten days spent in the underground space; altogether, it had been nearly twenty days.

There were less than ten days left before the training camp's aircraft would arrive to take them back.

He thought for a moment, then stopped and used his communication watch to call Li Ping.

"Qingmo," Li Ping's relaxed voice came through the phone, clearly enjoying a rare moment of peace during his vacation. "What made you think of calling me? How is your harvest in the Arctic?"

"Brother Li, sorry to disturb your vacation," Feng Qingmo said, his voice light. "But there is something I feel I need to tell you first. Are you free right now?"

"I am, go ahead." Li Ping's mind raced, harboring a vague guess, and he couldn't help but lower his voice with a hint of anticipation. "Is it about the ruins?"

"That's right. I spent several days wandering around the area where those mercenary group members went missing. At first, I found nothing, but later I ran into a pack of Arctic Wolf and Arctic Rock-Thunder Bird..."

He recounted his battle with the two monster packs and how he had been inexplicably teleported into that space afterward.

"I tried that spiritual liquid, but it cannot be preserved for long, so I used it all..."

"Haha, no need to explain. That is an opportunity you found, so it naturally belongs to you," Li Ping said with a laugh, then added with relief, "It is also fortunate that your body is sturdy enough; otherwise, you might have become one of the missing persons yourself..."

"That's for sure!" Recalling that immense force, Feng Qingmo couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

"After consuming that liquid, what level has your physical fitness reached? By the way, are your eyes better?" Li Ping asked with concern.

"Yes, I can see clearly now!" Speaking of this, Feng Qingmo still felt quite excited. "I estimate my physical fitness is roughly at the level of a mid-level War God..."

"Impressive, Qingmo," Li Ping felt a sudden pang of envy, which he quickly suppressed before saying with a smile, "Then I must congratulate you! Your growth rate is truly enviable. You only officially became a martial artist in February, and it hasn't even been half a year, yet—hey, you're a mid-level War God..."

"It was a mix of luck and chance," Feng Qingmo changed the subject. "After I escaped, I covered the metal lid back up and camouflaged it. No one should discover it for a short time..."

"You did the right thing," Li Ping said. "Although there is nothing else in that space, if we let researchers go take a look, they might be able to discover something. It would be best if they could figure out the production mechanism of the spiritual liquid you mentioned. If it can become a renewable resource, we will have gained another treasure..."

"That's what I thought, too," Feng Qingmo nodded. "Also, the metal and the material of the tunnel walls—if we can figure out how to produce them, our protective materials would be even better. Even when I used my SS-Grade Flying Dagger at full power, I couldn't leave a mark on them..."

"Exactly, that is also very important!" Li Ping agreed wholeheartedly. "I will report this to the superiors... Do you want to come back early?"

"No need," Feng Qingmo refused. "I'll just go back with the other students... I still want to hunt more monsters in the Arctic. I need to buy Water of Life, and I still have a significant funding gap..."

"Alright, that's settled then. Take care of yourself; I'm going to find the superiors."

After hanging up, Feng Qingmo pulled up the map, intending to see which areas were marked as being occupied by high-level lord-class monsters, when his watch suddenly vibrated and flashed with a red light.

He narrowed his eyes to look closely. The watch displayed a satellite positioning map, and on it was a dazzling red dot.

"Emergency distress signal!" Feng Qingmo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly tapped the watch to check the details.

The military communication watches were self-produced. Once in danger, one could send an 'Emergency Rescue' signal, which would be transmitted to all military-affiliated martial artists within 20 kilometers.

"Distance 4.3 kilometers..." He immediately began to run. With the power of a mid-level War God combined with a 3.6-fold force output, he kicked off the snow with immense strength and shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

After running for over a kilometer, he could already faintly hear the roars of beasts, and he immediately increased his speed again.

His speed now exceeded the speed of sound. In less than 10 seconds, he was already approaching the vicinity of the squad that had sent the distress signal.

"Keep moving forward, don't stop! I'll cover the rear!" He focused his energy into his dantian, his voice drowning out the howling wind and reaching the ears of the five-man squad.

Behind the five people, a pack of Arctic Rabbit, each the size of a calf, was charging with bared fangs, their blood-red eyes emitting a crimson glow.

"We're saved..." The lead student was overjoyed. As he ran, he turned his head to look in the direction the voice came from, and seeing only Feng Qingmo, he nearly stumbled.

But then his eyes widened. Two flying daggers were cutting into the Arctic Rabbit pack at an incomparable speed, like two black streams of light. The streams of light constantly changed direction, and whether they were Advanced War General or mid-level beast general class, the rabbits at the front of the pack were pierced through the head one after another.

This was because Feng Qingmo saw that the student lagging at the back was about to be caught by the pack, so he immediately used his spiritual force to control the flying daggers to clear a path.

"A War God-level spiritual master?" The Advanced War General-level student's mouth hung open, so surprised that he forgot to run. He was bumped by the student behind him and tumbled away, but fortunately, the speed had slowed down, and with his Advanced War General-level physical fitness, he wasn't injured.

As an Advanced War General-level martial artist, seeing the speed and power of the flying daggers, he could immediately judge that this was at least a primary War God-level spiritual master.

The fact that Feng Qingmo was a spiritual master was not something he had deliberately hidden; many in the training camp knew. Moreover, there were other spiritual masters in the camp besides Feng Qingmo, though they were only at the War General level.

But very few knew that Feng Qingmo had been certified as a War God based on his combat achievements.

The two flying daggers rampaged through the rabbit pack for a while, and not a single Arctic Rabbit could cross the defensive line of the daggers. Instead, they suffered heavy losses. From the back of the rabbit pack, a sorrowful and indignant roar rang out, and the remaining Arctic Rabbits immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing for their lives in every direction except toward the group.

When the Arctic Rabbit pack had vanished without a trace, the five people gathered around.

"Many thanks to War God Feng Qingmo for stepping in..." The lead student bowed in gratitude, looking somewhat disheveled. Seeing Feng Qingmo's bright eyes, he felt a slight sense of surprise, though he felt it would be presumptuous to ask.

The other four were still catching their breath, but they also offered their thanks. However, upon hearing the lead student call Feng Qingmo a War God, their expressions changed; they had been running for their lives and hadn't witnessed the might of the two flying daggers.

"You're welcome," Feng Qingmo nodded, noticing that three of the five had sustained minor injuries. "Are the injuries serious?"

The three hurriedly shook their heads to indicate they were fine.

"These beast general-level materials—my backpack is getting a bit full, so you go ahead and collect them..."

Leaving these words behind, he didn't wait for them to respond and turned to walk toward the area he had previously selected, which was occupied by a high-level lord-class monster.

The students looked at each other. The lead student opened his mouth, but seeing that Feng Qingmo was already quite far away, he had no choice but to shut it in disappointment.