The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"filial piety……?"

Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

But the short-haired boy had already raised the fire axe in his hand high, using all the power that the "corpse" could unleash, and with a whooshing sound that tore through the air, he smashed it down hard towards Wang Meng's head!

Faced with that fire axe that whistled through the air and was powerful enough to smash an ordinary person's head into a pulp, Wang Meng didn't even lift an eyelid.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he had only seen a mosquito fly by.

Just before the axe was about to strike his head, his free hand, which had just pushed open the door, lifted slightly upwards with a seemingly casual yet incredibly fast motion.

No dodging, no blocking.

He simply opened his palms and met the fire axe head-on with his bare hands.

"Snapped!"

A dull, thud that sent shivers down your spine.

The expected scene of carnage did not occur.

Facing the crimson fire axe that carried the force of thunder and seemed capable of splitting an armored vehicle open, Wang Meng's expression remained completely calm.

He didn't even try to block the axe blade that gleamed with a deathly cold light.

Just as the heavy axe, capable of shattering metal and stone, was about to cleave into his head, his free hand, which had just pushed open the door, shot out with lightning speed, defying all the laws of physics and almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Instead of using your palm to brace against it, use... two fingers. Your index and middle fingers.

With such ease and precision, he lightly pinched the side of the whistling axe blade!

"Qiang!"

A piercing, ear-splitting metallic screech, sharp enough to tear eardrums, instantly echoed throughout the entire corridor!

The expected bloody scene of brains splattering did not occur.

The fire axe, which was infused with all the obsession and power of the zombie-like short-haired boy, was like a venomous snake whose vital point was clamped by a giant dragon the moment Wang Meng's two fingers touched it. All its kinetic energy and power were completely extinguished and reduced to nothingness in that one-thousandth of a second!

The heavy axe remained suspended in mid-air, less than three centimeters from Wang Meng's brow.

The sharp axe blade couldn't even leave a single white mark on those two fingers that looked no different from those of an ordinary person.

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

For the first and last time, the murky eyes of the short-haired, zombie-like boy, burning with black flames, revealed a trace of bewilderment at something "impossible," a feeling that transcended life and death.

He could clearly feel the recoil from his all-out attack, which surged back into his arms like a tsunami after a dam broke, shattering every joint of his arm bones in an instant.

Before his brain, already consumed by the virus and his obsession, could comprehend what was happening, Wang Meng's fingers, gripping the axe blade, slowly and with a calm, almost shrewd composure, tightened slightly. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentences.)

"Crunch...creak...crack...bang!"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the incredibly sturdy fire axe, forged from special alloy steel, began to groan under the strain in Wang Meng's fingers.

First, spiderweb-like cracks appeared.

Then, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound like a diamond being crushed by the hand of a god, the entire axe exploded!

Countless black metal fragments of varying sizes, gleaming with a deadly cold light, rained down like flowers or hundreds of whistling bullets, scattering wildly in all directions! Wang Meng didn't even swing his arm; he simply casually pushed his fingers, which were gripping the axe handle, forward.

An unparalleled force, traveling along the broken metal rod, slammed directly into the chest of the zombified short-haired boy.

At the same time, the axe fragments that exploded like meteors also carried terrifying kinetic energy, arriving first even though they were later!

"boom!

*Puff puff puff puff puff!*

The short-haired, zombified boy's body, already transformed into a zombie, was like a fleshy target hit head-on by a giant shotgun, and was directly blasted backward by the force.

While still in mid-air, his body was instantly pierced by dozens of sharp metal fragments, and dozens of terrifying bloody gashes burst open on his chest, abdomen, and face at the same time, with black corpse blood gushing out like a fountain!

He flew high into the air and crashed heavily into the wall at the other end of the corridor with a sickening cracking sound. He then slid softly to the ground, his body twitching violently a few times before becoming completely still.

Only those eyes, still wide open, remained fixed on the direction of the brown-haired girl. The entire process was so fast it took less than a second.

Wang Meng didn't move an inch from beginning to end.

Dead silence.

An absolute, soul-chilling stillness.

The brown-haired girl slumped to the ground, her body trembling violently from extreme fear and shame.

Her vision was completely filled by the figure slowly approaching.

Saya Takagi, with a face that always wore the confidence and pride of a genius girl.

At this moment, all the blood had drained away, leaving only a deathly pale color.

Her lips were slightly parted.

The pupils trembled violently because they were unable to process the information in front of them.

Special alloy steel has its melting point and yield strength, just as the human body has its biological limits.

But what just happened completely shattered all the knowledge she was so proud of.

Can you crush a fire axe with two fingers?

This immense, incomprehensible contradiction plunged her mind into a blank, buzzing chaos, leaving only the purest fear stemming from the unknown.

Mu Wanqing's body stiffness was even greater than that of Takashiro Saya.

As a martial artist, she understood the levels of "power" better than Saya Takagi. She had witnessed palm strikes capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks, and had heard legends of how even flying flowers and falling leaves could injure people.

But what was happening before her eyes was still beyond Mu Wanqing's comprehension.

Only Qin Hongmian, with her charming peach blossom eyes, showed no fear whatsoever, but instead shone with an almost insane, morbid appreciation and worship!

Others couldn't understand it, but she saw it clearly!

She "saw" it!

That true energy flowed slowly through Wang Meng's meridians, heavy and viscous, yet full of boundless vitality.

Just now, when he crushed the axe, he didn't even deliberately mobilize that power. It was just a tiny, almost negligible "qi" that overflowed from his fingertips when his true qi circulated naturally in his body!

Like a vast ocean, occasionally a single drop of water splashes out.

No wonder... even a woman like Dai Qisi was moved!

Just as the three of them were lost in their own thoughts, Wang Meng had already walked up to the brown-haired girl.

His towering figure completely enveloped the girl on the ground, casting a shadow that symbolized absolute dominance.

The scent, a mixture of blood, gunpowder, and his intense masculine hormones, was like the most potent poison, penetrating the brown-haired girl's nostrils.

But right now.

The corpse in the distance groaned again, which startled Wang Mengmeng. Then, a playful smile appeared on his face. Wang Mengmeng grabbed the brown-haired girl by the hair and dragged her next to the corpse of the zombified short-haired boy.

He roughly pressed her head down, forcing her to kneel in an extremely humiliating position, facing her former lover.

"Watch closely!" Wang Meng's voice was low and full of malice. He enjoyed the despair of the girl at his feet and the resentment of the rotting flesh: "Look at how your little lover appreciates you serving his new master."

Saya Takagi translated for him.

This cold command, like a filthy blade, pierced through all of Takagi Saya's pride.

With trembling lips, the gifted young girl translated the utterly humiliating words, one word at a time, in a hoarse, strained voice.

With each word she uttered, she could feel the warm, humiliating current between her legs surge even stronger.

Tears of despair welled up in the brown-haired girl's eyes.

She looked at the face of the short-haired, zombie-like boy, twisted with resentment, and at the still burning light in his eyes. She knew that he was still watching, still enduring this ultimate torment.

Wang Meng released his grip on her hair and began to take off the rest of his clothes.

Although at this moment Wang Meng has the slender frame of a young man.

But at this moment, due to the inhuman, violent power within his body, his muscles bulged out in distinct lines.

They are not as exaggerated as bodybuilders, but rather like cheetahs, full of streamlined explosive power, exuding a beast-like, intimidating aura in the dim light.

When Wang Meng unbuckled his belt again, the thing that suddenly popped out from his crotch pushed this sense of incongruity to the extreme.

He gently traced the outline of her lips with that scalding hot weapon, whispering in her ear, about to put on a spectacular performance for the audience who couldn't close their eyes.

Each warm, moist touch seemed to leave an indelible mark on the depths of her soul and the despairing eyes in the distance.

This kind of teasing foreplay is more agonizing than direct violence.

"are you hungry?"

Wang Meng asked in a low voice, a hint of mocking laughter in his tone.

He transformed that burning hardness into a merciless brand, slowly parting her lips.

All the sobs were drowned out by the dull, sticky sound of water.

She could only passively endure the suffocating feeling brought by that foreign object, and how it cruelly and rhythmically carved the shape of the conqueror into her softest depths.

Each advance and retreat, accompanied by a torrent of humiliation mixed with tears, transformed into the sharpest blade, repeatedly torturing another soul under the eternal gaze from afar.

Her cheeks were flushed from suffocation, and her eyes were constantly tearing from the irritation. She looked both pitiful and wretched.

Saya Takagi was watching this live sex show from the best vantage point.

She saw the brown-haired girl's once delicate face now contorted with pain and humiliation, saw silvery saliva constantly dripping from the corners of her mouth, and saw her eyes bloodshot from the stimulation.

This extreme visual impact caused an uncontrollable reaction in Saya Takagi's body, almost completely soaking her underwear.

Mu Wanqing buried her face deeply in Qin Hongmian's chest. She dared not look at such a cruel scene, but the indistinct sobs coming from deep in the brown-haired girl's throat clearly reached her ears.

These voices were like tiny knives, carving bloody marks in her heart, while also stirring up a dark excitement that she herself could not understand.

Ultimately, the restrained rhythm transformed into a frenzied plunder, culminating in a suppressed growl.

The scorching torrent instantly breached her last defenses, and in the silent suffocation, the brown-haired girl completely collapsed.

When the still-warm weapon was finally removed, she collapsed to the ground like a broken doll, leaving only a violent cough coming from deep in her throat and a humiliating testimony slipping from her lips.

Release your hand!

Wang Meng temporarily lost interest in the toy at his feet, which had lost all ability to resist.