CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 132 RETURN [FATE 3] REWARD_2

"Are there any more knives like this? With a long handle."

Zhang Feng walked as he glanced at the excited crowd following him.

"Yes! Yes!" The kitchenware shop owner looked at Zhang Feng with admiration and pointed to a big tobacco and wine store ahead.

"The owner over there also ordered one from me; it’s a genuine long knife! Absolutely perfect for Brother Zhang!"

"A long knife?" Zhang Feng gave him a look, surprised that the kitchenware shop owner indeed had some guts, selling not just one controlled knife.

Very well.

"I will go get the knife."

Zhang Feng walked into the adjacent tobacco and wine store. The store was already empty, so he didn’t bother with pleasantries and kicked open the door to the small office.

No one was inside, but the knife hung on the wall.

He glanced at it.

The blade was 1.2 meters long, moderately thick, and in the sunlight shining through the window, the edge reflected light; it was sharpened, like a dagger.

Swoosh—

He took a few steps forward to retrieve it, with Zhang Feng’s versatile power and weapon control.

As long as this knife doesn’t exceed one-eighth of his constitution.

He can effortlessly get acquainted with it after wielding it for a few seconds.

But if it’s like a small car in the wasteland, a weapon reaching half of his constitution, then only simple moves could be done.

He retrieved the knife.

Zhang Feng stepped out of the store and scanned the crowd.

None of them left on their own; they seemed smart enough.

"Let’s go."

Zhang Feng led the way with the knife.

...

Five hours later, the evening sun cast its rays.

Whew—

Occasionally killing a lone monster.

Zhang Feng shook the blood off the knife, finding it as effective as the dagger.

It seemed hard to dull, even after hacking through dozens.

This is good; at least there’s no need to switch knives frequently.

Meanwhile, as the crowd moved towards outside, more people gathered.

"This person is so powerful..."

"Those monsters just die instantly in his hands..."

"Is he really a car mechanic? I’ve had my car fixed at their place several times... Seen him quite a few times... Didn’t expect him to be so strong..."

"Mechanic? Impossible, right?"

Now, the newcomers all looked at Zhang Feng in the lead with amazement, admiration, and respect for his combat prowess.

Zhang Feng ignored their gazes and instead vigilantly checked his surroundings, wary of a monster jumping out from anywhere.

But until the crowd turned this street and saw the enforcement and military presence beyond the barrier, there were none.

At the same time, the crowd saw the military and the helicopters overhead, and excitedly ran in groups towards them.

In their excitement, they did not realize that the outsiders could not enter.

The barrier separated the military from this side of the city.

"This must be the boundary."’

Zhang Feng slowly walked over, observing the surroundings.

It seemed this ’release and exit’ wasn’t the answer.

Because even as Zhang Feng approached the barrier, there was still no indication.

"Why can’t we get out?"

"What exactly is this?"

"Is this... Is this a layer of glass?"

Now, the crowd was anxiously pounding on the isolation layer, wanting to escape this horrific ghostly place.

No matter how much they beat on the thin protective layer, there was no movement.

Even though it looked only a few microns thick, even as the instruments outside were at the spot they were pounding, even when some soldiers used their palms to hit the position they were striking, both sides couldn’t sense a slightest vibration.

Meanwhile, outside the isolation layer.

Everyone now looked with worried eyes at all the despairing survivors, and the blood-covered Zhang Feng.

"..." The people outside were speaking, but their voices couldn’t get inside.

And the army commanders ahead wrote on paper and posted it on the transparent isolation layer.

("We can’t get in, we’re working on it, the underground is covered by the barrier as well")

("There’s a supermarket 67 meters south, you can supplement supplies there")

("We have verbal experts, you don’t need to write, speak at normal speed, tell us your needs, we’ll search quickly")

They were conveying messages outside, with helicopters circling overhead observing everything within the isolation layer.

"Where’s my mom?"

"Is there any safe place? Any safe route?"

"How long until you can come?"

"Hurry up, hurry up! I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die..."

Facing the monsters inside the isolation layer, most of them struggled to stay calm, and some squeezed forward, trying to say similar phrases urging haste.

This resulted in many people speaking, even though several experts were present, the language couldn’t be parsed simultaneously.

Only Zhang Feng slowly regained his strength, resonating with himself, not wanting to say much.

Zhang Feng was always straightforward, unwilling to engage in pretense.

Similarly, Zhang Feng’s calm demeanor, coupled with the blood-drenched clothes and dual knives.

This drew many people’s attention to Zhang Feng, focused on the person seemingly combating monsters.

"Is that blood from monsters?" Some reporters outside, along with many people were curious, wondering how ordinary humans dealt with such monsters.

Because they had seen some monsters roam near this side and cruelly hunt humans.

Though the monsters’ physique appeared less daunting than actual tigers, their agility surpassed by a margin, carrying a peculiar predatory instinct akin to ’experts’ among animals.

Especially one reporter from a zoo had mentioned,

"Even a real tiger might easily be hunted by such a creature!

Faced with these bizarre monsters, if one lacks any battle experience, even if armed, it would still mean waiting for death."