It was precisely this sentence from the reporter.
That led most people here to speculate that Zhang Feng might be a master skilled in combat.
The officials saw clearly from the helicopter several scenes where Zhang Feng easily killed monsters one-on-one.
"He can kill monsters; his combat skills are excellent." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net
"We found his information; he is a local citizen, profession: auto mechanic..."
"Mechanic? It’s hard for me to connect the dots."
"Don’t judge a book by its cover, perhaps he practiced before?"
The officials discussed and quickly made a decision, sending someone with a sign to the nearest barrier to contact Zhang Feng.
(Could you, teacher with the knife, kindly lead them to a residential area? That area is three kilometers away, and there are few monsters on the nearby roads.
You and they can walk along the street by the barrier, and we can remind you at any time, providing the latest updates on monster movements.)
They were requesting and looked at Zhang Feng with hopeful eyes.
In their estimation, the only person who could protect this group of survivors now was this master with superior knife skills.
Since this teacher could easily handle one.
And now, with the monsters scattered, getting people to a safe location was the primary goal.
At the same time, Zhang Feng, upon seeing this message, felt that having a safe place was good too.
But a few seconds later, a soldier seemed to receive some news, hastily waved his hand to stop everyone, and had someone write a few lines.
(More transparent layers have fallen inside the quarantine area, blocking several main roads; multiple residential areas and storefronts have been isolated.
All monsters are converging on you from three directions, with an observed count of 139.)
"One hundred and thirty-nine monsters..."
Everyone inside the barrier was stunned by the news.
’139? It should be the total count, right?’ Zhang Feng slowly regained his breath and opened his mouth to ask the people outside the barrier, "How long before they reach us?"
After Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at them.
They were writing, deducing, and then someone wrote and raised the words.
(They are not coming one by one but are gathering midway, estimated 50 minutes)
’50 minutes.’ Zhang Feng slowly adjusted his breath, quickly judging,
’With my current knowledge proficiency and the rapid growth of a constitution that’s just opened its veins, even without medicinal materials, as long as the energy is sufficient and the root bone is not low.
The first day’s 50 minutes should give me 1 more point.
In 50 minutes, I’ll be at 20 constitution.
The comprehensive assessment of monsters is 30, highly skilled.
versus 30, fighting one against a hundred, it all depends on endless variations and my combat experience.
But 1 point in 50 minutes isn’t much; it’s better to switch to more functional internal organs.
With the initial recovery enhancement overlapping, forming better synergy."
Zhang Feng thought to himself, directly starting to visualize ’heart, liver, lungs,’ wanting to increase his stamina cap, strength endurance, and recovery speed.
And at this moment, Zhang Feng also realized he had made a mistake.
Initially, he shouldn’t have come here directly; instead, he should have chased and killed more monsters first.
This way, even if they regrouped, the difficulty would be infinitely reduced.
Maybe he wouldn’t need much knowledge to clear this beginner mode.
But things are the way they are now, so let’s go straight to high difficulty.
To see if he had learned well.
And everyone saw that Zhang Feng not only did not find a place to avoid danger but instead closed his eyes and rested on the spot, instantly making everyone very anxious.
But thinking carefully, all main roads were closed, some doors and windows were also closed.
This is entirely a mysterious force creating a ’face-to-face kill zone’ that demands close-quarters combat!
They were very worried and fearful of that mysterious force.
However, Zhang Feng felt that this ’advanced civilization’ was already very good; at least no barrier had ’cut’ him off.
It seems this trial of whatever civilization is a real trial.
But with all of his dabbling, now it became his trial.
Unknowingly, fifty minutes gradually passed.
The shop owner and others had nowhere to hide and were amazed to find they couldn’t move the cars on the road.
They wanted to gather everyone’s strength to make a temporary defense measure.
But this too was difficult to achieve.
These cars seemed to have become indestructible ’scene props,’ covered by the barrier, frozen in place.
Especially since the shop owners didn’t dare to separate, didn’t dare to leave here, didn’t dare to leave Zhang Feng, fearing they’d encounter monsters head-on.
Yet, quite a few people picked up some bricks for some psychological comfort.
And as time ticked by slowly.
From the distance came the low growls and silhouettes of monsters.
"Monsters..." everyone felt their blood suddenly run cold, trembling in place.
Everyone outside the barrier held their breath, some even turned their heads, unable to bear watching.
At the same time, seeing them attack, Zhang Feng held his knife, took a deep breath, and his heart, liver, and lungs had all opened.
Next would be the deadly fight.
The next second, when the monsters were thirty meters from the crowd, they stepped forward with thick steps.
Yet these monsters didn’t hunt the shop owners and others; instead, they all turned their eyes to Zhang Feng.
This eerie scene sent a chill through everyone.
"It seems like they can communicate? Could they be some kind of beings from a more advanced civilization?"
"I’ve been observing them, and it seems they don’t communicate... they seem more like they’re connected through some kind of signal? Could it be that an advanced civilization is controlling them?"