The Super Martial System Launches an Apocalyptic Legend

"Whoosh."

The last flying dagger that had been clenched in his palm for a long time shot out like lightning. In the next moment, the flying dagger pierced into the mouth of the Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf, passed through its tongue, and penetrated its throat.

"Roar~~ Woo woo~"

The Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf let out a howl of pain. Its huge body struggled a few times, and with a thud, it fell to the ground. Its four thick hooves twitched a few times and then completely stopped moving.

"Little brother, are you okay?"

Wu Shengke rushed to Ke Bei's side. His simple and honest face was full of concern. He bent down, reached out his hand, and pulled Ke Bei, who was lying on the ground, up.

"I'm fine. Is this beast dead?"

As soon as Ke Bei's tense nerves relaxed a little, a wave of weakness suddenly welled up in him. His arms were trembling. Throwing the flying daggers continuously was no small burden for him.

Wu Shengke walked cautiously to the Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf and checked it. Then he nodded at Ke Bei.

"Huff~"

Seeing Wu Shengke nod, Ke Bei suddenly felt his body lighten. He staggered and almost fell. His nerves and body were extremely exhausted.

"Let's go. It's getting dark. We must hurry back to the city."

Wu Shengke frowned and looked at the gradually darkening sky. He crouched down and carried the Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf's body on his shoulder.

At the last moment before night fell, the group of six people, supporting each other, walked along the dilapidated highway towards Lingfeng City. Fortunately, they were relatively close to Lingfeng City now, and they didn't encounter any more accidents on the way.

"Little brother, you killed the Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf, so it belongs to you. I need to take Wu Jie to treat his injuries, so I won't see you off. I will repay your life-saving grace in the future."

Wu Shengke looked at Wu Jie, whose face was as pale as gold paper, and his dark and rough face was filled with deep worry. He put the Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf that he had carried on his shoulder in front of Ke Bei and said guiltily.

Ke Bei looked at Wu Jie, whose chest was broken and his face was pale, and then at Zhang Yuan, whose arm was strangely broken. He frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

In Wu Shengke's team, two people were seriously injured. Looking at the deep wrinkles on Wu Shengke's simple and honest forehead, which hid a deep look of worry.

Ke Bei knew that Wu Shengke's team needed this Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf more.

"It's too heavy and inconvenient to carry. Well, do you have any red crystal coins on you? Give me three red crystal coins, and I'll sell it to you."

Ke Bei raised his eyebrows and said indifferently. He knew that if he directly gave the Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf to them, this simple and honest man would definitely not accept it.

"This, this won't do. A Bloodthirsty Wind Wolf is worth at least ten red crystal coins."

Wu Shengke waved his hands in a hurry and refused to accept it no matter what. Ke Bei had saved his life, and this demonic beast was killed by Ke Bei. He had no reason, let alone a reason, to take such a big advantage.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense."

Ke Bei said with a straight face.

After some argument, in the end, Ke Bei accepted the only five red crystal coins that Wu Shengke had on him. Ke Bei didn't dare to stay any longer and left as if running away.

Wu Shengke looked at Ke Bei's departing back. His face was more solemn than ever. With a serious expression, he said, "Remember his name. His name is Ke Bei. He is a truly good person. If there is a need, even if it means sacrificing our lives, we must repay this favor."

Wu Jie and Zhang Yuan nodded heavily.

Ke Bei didn't rush home. He touched the ten red crystal coins in the cowhide pouch at his waist, turned into the West City's Sleepless City, and extravagantly spent two red crystal coins to buy a roasted chicken and a bottle of high-quality rum.

With a smile on his lips, Ke Bei thought of the happy look on his bearded father's face when he drank the wine and ate the meat, and he felt an indescribable sense of pride in his heart. Finally, he bought thirty flying daggers before dragging his tired but excited body back to the Ten Thousand Sheds Area in the southern city.

There was no moon or stars tonight. The sky was exceptionally dark, so dark that it was a bit scary. There was no wind tonight, not even the slightest breeze, making the already dim and gloomy night seem even more oppressive.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, there was no one in the house. In the silent and dark small house, there was only Ke Bei's slightly heavy breathing. For some reason, a sense of unease and a trace of fear welled up in Ke Bei's heart.

The oil lamp was lit, bringing a glimmer of light to the dark room. By the dim light, he looked at the roasted chicken in his hand that was still steaming and the bottle of high-quality rum. The panic in Ke Bei's expression grew even stronger.

Where was his father?

Where had his bearded father gone?

His father had an injured arm and wouldn't go hunting zombies. So where had he gone? In the past fifteen years, Ke Bei had never faced the darkness alone because his father had always been there.

His heart became more and more flustered, and before he knew it, his shoulders began to tremble slightly.

To hide the panic in his heart, Ke Bei quickly picked up the wine pot and lit the torch. He knew that his father liked to drink warmed wine.

"Gurgle~~"

Half an hour passed. The wine was warmed, but the person still hadn't returned.

Looking at the steaming rum, touching the gradually cold but still slightly warm roasted chicken, Ke Bei stared blankly at the door, at the wooden door that wasn't closed, waiting for someone to return.

The wine was warmed seven times and cooled seven times. The roasted chicken was completely cold and no longer had the slightest warmth, just like Ke Bei's mood at the moment. As time passed and the stars shifted, the dawn drove away the darkness, and the sky gradually brightened, but Ke Bei's heart became darker and darker.

"Gulp~"

Ke Bei suddenly grabbed the full wine pot of rum and took a big gulp. The burning sensation filled his chest, making warm tears flow from his eyes.

"Father, if you don't come back soon, I'll drink up this bottle of high-quality rum..."

He murmured softly. Ke Bei held the wine pot and was stunned for a moment. Another hour passed. It was already bright outside the door. Squinting his eyes at the somewhat dazzling light outside the small house, Ke Bei suddenly grabbed the wine pot, tilted his head back, and poured the wine. He didn't stop until the bottle of rum was almost empty.

After all, he didn't drink up the wine. He left the last sip for his bearded father. But he was already drunk. It was the first time in fifteen years that he had drunk alcohol, the first time he had gotten drunk, and the first time he had spent a long and lonely night without the company of his bearded father.

The roof seemed to be dancing, and the greasy wooden table was shaking, as if they were laughing at Ke Bei.

The wine and meat passed through his intestines, but his heart hurt even more. Straining to open his heavy eyelids, crystal-clear tears like crystals slid down his cheeks, leaving two deep traces.

Twelve years ago, Ke Bei's mother disappeared suddenly like this. Twelve years later, his father had disappeared in the same way.

The apocalyptic world was ruthless. Now, even his only relative had been taken away from him. What else did he have left? What else?

"Father~ Father..."

He fell晕晕乎乎 (dizzily) onto the cold bed. As Ke Bei lay down, a series of faint sounds suddenly rang in his ears. A piece of white paper filled with black characters appeared in front of Ke Bei's eyes that were clouded with the smell of alcohol.

Ke Bei's mind went blank, and the effect of the alcohol in his body seemed to disappear instantly.

"You little brat, I have some matters that have been put aside for more than a decade and I must go and deal with them. You've grown up. Don't starve to death when I'm not around, and don't disgrace me."

Holding the piece of white paper in his hand and looking at the bold black characters on it, Ke Bei suddenly smiled foolishly.

"There is a box under the bed board on the right side of the bed. Open it."

Ke Bei put down the piece of white paper in his hand, opened the bed board, and with some effort, moved out the nearly one and a half meters long black wooden box under the bed board. He didn't know what was in the black box, and it was slightly heavy.

Although Ke Bei wasn't a gene enhancer, his body was extremely strong. This dark wooden box weighed at least twenty to thirty kilograms.

"What treasure did he leave for me?"

Ke Bei patted the dust off the black box and slowly opened it.

A one and a half meters long, rusty long knife appeared in front of Ke Bei. There were two ancient characters, "Lie Tian" (裂天), carved on the wooden handle of the knife.

In the corner of the black box, there was a handwritten book.

"The knife in the box is for you. That cheat book,咳咳 (hem hem), I wrote it myself. There are only three moves. You can give it a name yourself. Let me tell you, it's not that your father is boasting. Once you learn this move, killing red-haired zombies will be as easy as cutting vegetables. Once you learn all three moves, you can go anywhere in the world."

Ke Bei pinched the thin piece of white paper in his hand and looked at the familiar handwriting. A smile appeared on his lips.

"Practice the sword technique well. If you can't even master one move, don't go out hunting zombies. Your body is too weak to withstand the toss. Open the interlayer of the black box. There are some red crystal coins in it. These are the savings I've accumulated over the years. Use them sparingly..."

Looking at the last note on the white paper, Ke Bei carefully folded it and put it under the bed board.

"When did Father accumulate so many red crystal coins?"

Ke Bei took out the Lie Tian knife from the wooden box, and a pile of red crystal coins appeared in front of him. After counting carefully, there were actually seventy or eighty of them.

"Alright, I don't really believe that Father's sword technique is very powerful. The bearded man has always used an axe. But I still need to practice this sword technique well..."

Weighing the rather heavy Lie Tian knife in his hand, Ke Bei smiled.

Ke Bei didn't go hunting zombies. He seemed to have forgotten that mission. For three consecutive days, he didn't step out of the small house and spent the time alone studying the sword technique.

"Creak~"

The heavy wooden door was pushed open. The sunlight pierced through the clouds. The sudden brightness made Ke Bei a little unaccustomed. He squinted his eyes slightly and it took him a while to get used to it.

He was wearing a gray leather jacket on his upper body, with the Lie Tian knife diagonally tied on his back. There were thirty flying daggers in the cowhide pouch at his waist, and he was still wearing coarse linen pants on his lower body.

After eight days of practice, he finally mastered the first move of the sword technique left by his father.

The slightly cold morning breeze blew across his face. Ke Bei, who was fully prepared, was ready to go out hunting zombies.

"Brother Bei."

Just as Ke Bei was about to lift his foot and walk out of the house, a voice filled with surprise suddenly rang out.

The little boy looked about eleven or twelve years old. He was thin and his emaciated face made his eyes look extremely large. The boy stood barefoot on the cold ground. When he saw the wooden door open, he rushed up excitedly, and a layer of mist covered his big eyes.

"Brother Bei, please save my sister. My father, my father is going to sell her to Butcher Zhou."

The little boy sobbed and told Ke Bei his purpose. He had accidentally heard the news that his father was going to sell his sister last night. He secretly left home and had been waiting in front of Ke Bei's house for a whole night. He didn't dare to knock on the door and had been waiting until now.

In the entire Ten Thousand Sheds Area of the southern city, there were very few gene enhancers like the bearded man. The two most famous and successful ones were two people. One was Ke Bei's father, the bearded man, and the other was Butcher Zhou.

When he heard that his father was going to sell his sister to Butcher Zhou, the little boy panicked. Butcher Zhou was synonymous with cruelty and bloodthirstiness in the Ten Thousand Sheds Area. He instinctively thought of the bearded man, the only one in the Ten Thousand Sheds Area who could compete with Butcher Zhou. In addition, he had met Ke Bei, the precious son of the bearded man, a few times. So he waited in front of Ke Bei's house all night.

"Brother Bei, wuwu... You must save my sister. Butcher Zhou has bought five women in the past year. These women will be tortured to death by him in less than three months. My sister... If she is bought by him, she will surely die."

The little boy was like a drowning child who had grabbed the last straw of hope. His dirty little hands tightly grasped the corner of Ke Bei's clothes.

"Let's go."

Ke Bei was angry. It wasn't because of Butcher Zhou's cruelty and bloodthirstiness. He had long known about Butcher Zhou's perverted character, but it had nothing to do with him.

But he knew this little boy. He was the youngest son of Old Man Li in the Ten Thousand Sheds Area. He also knew the sister the little boy was talking about. Although they had never spoken, at least he knew her. So this matter had something to do with him.

Young and full of enthusiasm, Ke Bei's thinking was very simple. If you touch someone related to me, it's clearly not giving me any face.

When did the sister the little boy mentioned become someone related to him? Obviously, Ke Bei hadn't thought about this question.

After learning Li Xiao's Flying Daggers and the sword technique left by his bearded father, the young man's mentality seemed to have changed. He was eager for a battle, a battle in full view of everyone.