The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng's right hand, which stretched out with lightning speed once again, used only his index and middle fingers to effortlessly and precisely clamp the blade of the katana that was slashing at high speed!

The sharp blade was only a few centimeters away from his carotid artery, but it seemed to have hit an invisible wall and could not go any further!

Saeko Busujima's pupils suddenly shrank to the most dangerous pinpoints!

Her powerful strike, which she had poured all her strength into, was caught barehanded once again?

She tried to pull her knife back, but found that the blade seemed to be welded to the other person's fingers, and wouldn't budge.

The overwhelming and terrifying power emanating from the blade made it almost impossible for her to hold the hilt.

Wang Meng's step forward also brought about another chain reaction.

"boom!"

A dull, heart-stopping thud.

His erection, hardened again by excitement, slammed into the face of Takagi Saya, who was kneeling at his feet with her head tilted back, without any cushioning as he lunged forward!

"Mmm!"

Saya Takagi's head was jerked back by the force of the impact, a piercing pain shot through her nose, and she saw stars for a moment.

The long spear, pressed roughly against her delicate cheeks and lips through the rough fabric of her trousers.

The man's strong scent, a mixture of sweat and hormones, forcefully and unreasonably entered her nostrils, almost suffocating her.

The physical impact, compounded by extreme humiliation, left her mind blank.

Wang Meng, however, paid no attention to the reaction of his "mount".

He suddenly twisted the blade between his fingers!

"Crack!"

Saeko Busujima felt an irresistible force coming from the hilt of the sword, causing her hand to throb with pain and her fingers to involuntarily loosen.

The katana that had been with her for so long was so easily slipped from her hand, and Wang Meng snatched it away with nonchalant ease.

"Japanese sword!"

Wang Meng lightly flicked his fingertip across the smooth blade.

"Buzz!"

She glanced at the blade that Saeko Busujima held, a symbol of honor and power, and tossed it behind her without looking back, as if it were a useless fire poker.

Qin Hongmian had already caught the katana steadily in her hand. The heavy blade landed in her palm without making a sound.

With a flick of her wrist, she created several dazzling sword flourishes, and the cold light of the blade instantly blossomed into a silver whirlwind in front of her.

However, just two seconds later, the blade's gleam vanished abruptly. She shook her head, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, seemingly expressing utter disdain for the weight and balance of the knife.

Without further ado, she handed the knife to Mu Wanqing beside her.

It was in this brief moment, in which contempt was silently conveyed, that it all happened.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

A scream suddenly rang out throughout the entire campus without warning!

The sound did not come from the loudspeakers in the corridors and classrooms; there was no electronic noise.

It seemed to possess a penetrating power that ignored all physical obstacles, forcefully piercing through thick walls and ceilings, and pouring directly into everyone's eardrums from some distant place!

The sound resembled a woman's scream, but its shrillness and the inhuman terror it contained far exceeded the limits of what humans could produce!

It wasn't just fear or pain, but a kind of... a primal, desperate, and vicious final lament that could only be uttered when one's soul is torn apart alive and one's existence is wiped out from the root!

The corridor was filled with a oppressive silence that belonged only to Wang Meng.

In an instant, it was torn to shreds by that sudden, terrifying scream!

"Ok?"

"innate?"

Wang Meng and Qin Hongmian's eyes met in an instant.

That single glance conveyed far more information than words could.

The last trace of mockery and playfulness in the air was completely swept away by that inhuman scream, leaving only a cold, solemn seriousness.

The leisurely, cat-and-mouse mentality I had before had vanished without a trace.

He subconsciously reached for the crystal that came from the protagonist's head.

That warm, smooth touch now brought a hint of impending rain.

Wang Meng stopped looking at Saeko Busujima on the ground and ignored the brown-haired girl who had finished eating.

He simply bent down abruptly, grabbed Takagi Saya's slender arm like he was catching a chick, and roughly pulled her up from the ground.

This gifted girl is currently part of his plan.

It has become a "translator" function that is far more important than a plaything.

"Like I said, if you don't want to die, follow me!"

There was no longer a trace of mockery in his voice.

There was only an unquestionable order and a barely perceptible sense of urgency.

After saying that, he dragged his staggering feet towards Takagi Saya.

He turned and strode towards the stairwell.

The scream was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of the blonde school doctor and the purple-haired girl.

Both of them shuddered violently, and their pupils, which had become unfocused due to extreme humiliation and fear, finally refocused.

They saw Wang Meng's profile suddenly turn cold and stern, and they saw his back as he grabbed Takagi Saya and turned to leave.

The two almost instinctively looked at each other, and saw the same struggle in each other's eyes, a mixture of desire, fear, and the will to survive.

Ultimately, the instinct for survival prevailed over everything.

Despite the excruciating pain in her hand and the weakness in her legs, the purple-haired girl, together with the blonde school doctor, hurriedly lifted the brown-haired girl who was completely unconscious and whose body was still twitching slightly. They staggered and followed behind Wang Meng, one on each side, using all their strength.

The corridor fell silent once more, save for the hurried and subdued footsteps of a few people.

Walk through a long corridor and a glass skybridge connecting the two teaching buildings.

Pushing open the heavy iron gate, a unique, empty atmosphere of the gymnasium, mixed with sweat, dust, and a faint smell of blood, rushed out.

An eerie silence enveloped them throughout the journey.

The zombies that had been blocking the corridor and frantically scratching at the doors and windows were now completely gone.

There were corpses, dismembered limbs, and traces of bright red or dark red blood everywhere.

It looks like a painting.

But there have been no zombies.

It's as if there's an invisible, giant eraser.

It was as if all the zombies on the entire campus had been brutally wiped out.

This illogical "cleanliness" is more chilling than mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Wang Meng did not stop, but walked straight to the other side of the stadium, to the row of huge floor-to-ceiling windows that were as high as two stories.

Through the dusty glass, the outside view was unobstructed.

The empty playground and the silent school paths were shrouded in a deathly stillness.

And in the distance, near the school's main road, a yellow school bus that should have been full of students was quietly parked there.

"strangeness……"

Mu Wanqing couldn't help but whisper, "Where... are those things?"

No one answered her.

Because everyone saw it.

The entire campus was cleared out.

The feeling was as if a more advanced and terrifying predator had surveyed its territory and swept away all the inferior and obstructive reptiles.

Clearly, this is absolutely related to that scream!

Wang Meng didn't speak, he just stared at the school bus in the distance.

He turned and continued walking forward, his goal clear: to acquire the weapon.

The campus gymnasium is large enough to accommodate more than a dozen different sports clubs.

Guided by Sayana Takagi's almost instinctive, humiliating approach, the group quickly arrived at the rifle drill club in a corner of the gymnasium.

The room was in a mess.

The equipment rack was knocked over, and rows of javelins were scattered everywhere, but there were no bodies or bloodstains.

Clearly, the traces here were left by Qin Hongmian, Mu Wanqing, or someone else when they searched this place.

Once inside, Wang Meng understood why they ultimately chose only the pure wooden spear.

In this room, most of the equipment consists of lightweight javelins for throwing, as well as some "plain guns" made entirely of ash wood for close combat practice—that is, wooden sticks without any metal tips.

There wasn't a single standard-issue long gun that was truly equipped with a deadly metal spearhead.

However, this level of difficulty was no challenge for Wang Meng at all.

He ignored the ordinary wooden guns scattered on the ground and walked straight to a row of the thickest ash wood poles standing against the wall.

He casually pulled one out, tossed it in his palm, and felt its heavy weight and solid wood.

Immediately, he swung his arm, and the end of the wooden pole, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slammed into the floor with a "thud," creating a shallow dent.

Sawdust flew.

He seemed fairly satisfied with the stiffness and resilience of the shaft. Then, his gaze fell on a bundle of javelins beside him.

He walked over, pulled out a spear, and pinched the small but sharp steel tip with his fingers, a cold smile curving his lips.

The next second, Wang Meng placed the aluminum javelin on his knees, his arm muscles tensing slightly!