Previously, interrogating the indigenous people encountered each time was extremely difficult.
Either they were killed to silence them before they could reveal anything, or they were individuals of low status who couldn't provide coherent information even when their minds were taken over.
Therefore, Zhang Chen decided to personally check the location of their headquarters.
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Zhang Chen concentrated and stepped into the portal.
As his figure vanished, the portal instantly closed.
Ge Lin: "??? There's such a thing?"
"Do you even know where the other end of the portal leads? And you dare to rush in alone?"
Ge Lin stood up, staring blankly at the now-vanished portal.
Transmission beacons were paired; one first placed the destination, and then the origin was activated.
After use, the transmission beacon became useless.
Now that Zhang Chen had gone through, what about him?
Was he going to be stranded here?!
Ge Lin suddenly felt a sense of loneliness he had never experienced before.
Previously, regardless of success or failure in a mission, he could at least retreat to headquarters.
Now, his home was gone!
Ge Lin checked his communication device; it had been damaged in the recent battle.
It was completely over now!
Ge Lin stood dejectedly for a while, then lifted his head again.
What was there to fear? Since the strongest, Zhang Chen, had left, everyone else was no match!
He could be the master of his own domain here, slowly waiting for reinforcements!
Thinking this, Ge Lin couldn't help but smile slightly.
At that moment, the forest rustled, and a man, covered in dust, rushed over.
His clothes were full of scratches, his trouser legs had become strips of cloth, his face was smeared with mud, and he looked as if he had crawled out of the earth.
"Finally... caught up?"
Qing Feng stopped, panting.
Although he had mastered the ability of Qinggong, allowing him to conserve energy during long journeys, this thousand-kilometer trek was not easy.
There were many high mountains, cliffs, and rivers. While Luo Yide could stride over them in a single step, Qing Feng had to climb mountains, cross turbulent rivers, and fight mutated creatures that knew no fear along the way.
Thus, he had spent nearly 12 hours traveling to catch up.
"Where's your briefcase?"
Qing Feng asked Ge Lin, who was dressed strangely.
"Briefcase? Heh, you mean the energy source for the field researcher!"
"That kind of thing is only used by non-combat personnel. For me, my energy source is integrated with my battle armor!"
Ge Lin explained with a smile.
However, after a moment, he scratched his head, looking dejected, and said:
"Why am I explaining all this to you? Now, I'll give you a choice: submit to me, or die!"
Upon hearing Ge Lin's words, Qing Feng nodded and said:
"So, you admit you're in league with the guy carrying the briefcase?"
"I swore an oath to kill everyone who carries a briefcase, including their accomplices!"
"Today, I'll start with you!"
Ge Lin chuckled and said:
"I admit, I was indeed careless and was taken advantage of by that guy just now, barely managing to win against me."
"But I won't make the same mistake twice. Moreover... you don't seem as powerful as that guy."
"Die!" Qing Feng refused to say more, his figure flashed, and he charged towards Ge Lin.
Ge Lin felt a blur of blackness. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and was sent flying backward.
Before he could even land, he was hit heavily on the back again.
The force of the fall, combined with the additional impact from his attacker, slammed Ge Lin hard onto the ground.
Although his battle armor protected him from a fatal blow, the impact made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Activate response mode!"
Ge Lin thought.
His brain and the AI were connected through a neural network. As soon as he willed it, the AI would automatically react.
It was just that his mental reaction speed was half a beat slower during the last fight with Zhang Chen.
"Manual mode disengaged, activating auto-response mode!"
Then, Ge Lin sprang up from the ground like a carp.
Qing Feng was not to be outdone and launched into a full set of Baji Quan.
This style was originally a killing art, and with the hatred filling Qing Feng's heart, coupled with his evolutionary strength, each move and strike was greatly amplified in power!
Initially, the AI could barely fend off Qing Feng's onslaught with its own judgment.
However, the latter's attack speed grew faster and faster, and it wasn't just punches; there were also elbow strikes, close-range punches, palm strikes, and leg techniques.
Almost every part of his body could be used as a weapon for attack.
The AI's prediction of movements was based on studying the actions of mutated creatures and humans.
For instance, if a person were to punch with their right hand, their elbow would surely retract before striking with full force.
The greater the retraction, the greater the power and speed of the attack.
But Qing Feng's moves were the result of centuries of evolution and refinement in actual combat.
One move flowed into another, and each attack simultaneously predicted the opponent's actions, with the next move directly targeting the predicted weakness.
This entire sequence was fluid and extremely fast.
The AI algorithm had never encountered such a formidable opponent during its generation. The combat of mutated creatures was primarily about strength and speed, with little technique. Most轮回者 (reincarnators) also didn't know martial arts and fought with brute force.
Based on such data, it was impossible to deal with Qing Feng's torrential, highly methodical attack.
Especially when Baji Quan and Tai Chi were fused together.
At first, Ge Lin could barely cope, but eventually, he was continuously pushed back.
At first glance, it was as if Qing Feng was beating a punching bag, dancing and evading with delight, while Ge Lin, standing in the center of the arena, could barely respond or react.
Even when he did manage to react, it was with the wrong movements, exposing even greater openings, and he was once again battered by Qing Feng.
The battle lasted for nearly an hour. The battle armor, having been heavily damaged by Zhang Chen previously, and with the AI's response mode consuming a vast amount of energy.
Finally, Ge Lin's vision went black. He was kicked in the damaged part of his chest armor by Qing Feng, sent flying into the air, and knocked unconscious...
Meanwhile, as Zhang Chen stepped out of the portal, he felt an biting coldness.
It turned out he was deep within an ice field. As far as the eye could see, everything was a vast expanse of white, with no signs of life.
The sky was overcast, and countless snowflakes drifted down from the sky, whipped by the wind like knives against Zhang Chen's body.
Crimson energy grids filled every corner of the world, ravenously devouring the energy within Zhang Chen.
In front of Zhang Chen stood a colossal ice mountain, but faint traces of black metal could be discerned.
This was the headquarters of the Progressive Faction?
Finally... found it?!