The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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That wasn't the voice of one person, but the desperate cries of dozens or even hundreds of people mingling together at the same moment!

Immediately afterwards, the crowd that had been blocking the school gate was like a fishpond that had been hit by a bomb, and it exploded in an instant!

Countless students, like startled birds and beasts, with unprecedentedly distorted expressions of terror on their faces, frantically and recklessly fled into the campus!

They threw down their schoolbags, kicked off their shoes, and shoved and trampled each other. Some fell heavily while running, only to be mercilessly swallowed up by the larger, more terrified crowd behind them.

The whole world seemed to be completely turned upside down at that moment.

The shame and indignation on Qin Hongmian's face froze instantly, replaced by astonishment and solemnity.

She and the girl behind her turned around abruptly, looking towards the source of the chaos.

Wang Meng also put away his playful expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the cigarette in his hand, and looked past the fleeing crowd towards the wide-open, unguarded school gate.

Chapter 72: Saintly Mother? Simp? Go feed the zombies!

"boom!"

With a deafening, piercing scream as if metal were being torn apart, the magnificent school gate, forged from thick steel and strong enough to withstand the impact of a truck, dented and deformed inward as if it were made of paper, right before everyone's eyes!

The concrete base that held the door hinges in place was uprooted, sending gravel flying everywhere.

Two heavy steel doors were smashed open by an unimaginable force, twisting and tumbling as they flew several meters away before crashing heavily into a flower bed.

The sight behind the door made all the fleeing students let out even more desperate howls.

That's not human.

Or rather, they were once human. Countless figures, in a convulsive and rapid manner that completely defied biomechanics, surged in frantically.

Their speed was astonishing, far beyond what a normal person could achieve; they were more like a group of puppets being manipulated by invisible threads, sprinting forward and collapsing.

Their skin was a lifeless, waxy grayish-white, covered with large patches of dark purple lividity and dried, blackened bloodstains.

Many of the figures had their limbs twisted at bizarre angles, clearly broken, but this did not affect their speed of movement in the slightest.

Their eyes were murky, a deathly gray veiled by a white film, devoid of any reason, containing only a primal, pure, and greedy thirst for fresh flesh and blood.

Their jaws drooped limply, emitting a monotonous, continuous, low growl like a leaky bellows, which coalesced into a chilling death chorus.

A figure running at the front had half a broken road sign pole stuck in its chest, protruding from its back, but it was oblivious to it. It simply locked its cloudy eyes on the nearest girl who had fallen to the ground and pounced on her at the speed of a 100-meter sprint!

Instead of biting, it used its body, which had long since lost the ability to feel pain, to slam into the girl like a cannonball.

"Crack!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the girl didn't even have time to scream before her body was sent flying backward by the force of the impact, crashing heavily to the ground. The blood spurting from her mouth stained her white school uniform.

This is just the beginning.

More and more figures surged in, easily overturning roadside benches, smashing glass bulletin boards, and destroying any obstacle in their path in the most savage and direct way.

Like a grayish-white, putrid tide of death, they instantly engulfed the area at the school gate and were spreading at an alarming speed toward the center of the campus, toward the direction where Wang Meng and his group were.

"The people here...have a different constitution than us!"

Qin Hongmian forcefully suppressed the inexplicable heat rising from her lower abdomen.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her pupils reflecting the image of those figures charging wildly.

So fast!

Every single one of them... whether they were students in school uniforms or those adults outside who looked like they were no longer human, ran at a speed no less than that of a martial artist who had just entered the Acquired Realm and was running at full speed!

But... it's completely different.

In her perception.

There was no sign of internal energy flowing through anyone's body.

The movements were violent and direct, full of pure, brute physical power. Every push off the ground and every swing of the arm caused the hard muscles to bulge out clearly, but it lacked the sense of smooth and unrestrained internal energy flow that a master of internal martial arts possessed.

"Is this... already starting?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Wang Meng's lips. "The virus spreads through blood. The infection time of a dozen seconds means that the virus's disguised outbreak is controllable. Zombies themselves are not scary, but if you add the physical qualities of ordinary people in this world that are comparable to those of acquired martial artists... then everything will be different."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Meng made his move.

Faced with that wave of death that would terrify any normal person, Wang Meng not only did not retreat, but instead, holding his white ash wood spear, he charged forward like an arrow released from a bow!

The spear in his hand seemed to come alive.

That was no longer a piece of sports equipment for practice.

Instead, it was a white dragon that churned up the seas!

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the spear transformed into a blur of afterimages, piercing precisely and swiftly into the murky eye socket of the first figure who lunged forward. The powerful force instantly surged through the brain, turning the entire skull into a tangled mess.

He didn't even retract his spear; he simply flicked it upwards, easily sending the heavy body flying like a tattered sack, crashing down on a large group of its kind behind it.

His steps did not falter at all; he moved swiftly through the horde of corpses, his movements as fast as a ghost.

With a sweep of the spear, the kneecaps of three or four figures could be shattered simultaneously.

With a flick of the butt of the gun, the throat of a figure lunging from the side can be precisely shattered.

A simple straight thrust can effortlessly pierce their hard chests.

These zombies, possessing the speed and strength of martial artists, were as fragile as clay chickens and earthenware dogs in his presence, utterly no match for him.

In less than a minute, dozens of twisted corpses had fallen at his feet, forming a small circle made of severed limbs.

However, just as he swung his gun again, preparing to cut a particularly burly-looking figure in half—"Crack!"

A crisp sound, like wood fibers being completely torn apart, rang out.

After enduring dozens of violent impacts far exceeding its design limits, the ash wood spear finally succumbed to the strain and broke in half.

In Wang Meng's hand, only half of the bare gun barrel remained.

The moment the weapon broke, Wang Meng's face showed no surprise or panic.

He didn't even glance at the broken spear shaft in his hand; instead, he swung it out with a javelin-throwing motion!

"call out!"

That seemingly ordinary half of the ash wood pole, the moment it left my hand, was infused with an unimaginable, terrifying power! (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

It let out a shrill scream in the air, spinning and turning into a white afterimage that was almost impossible to see with the naked eye. Like a bullet from an anti-material sniper rifle, it shot straight into the densest part of the horde of corpses!

What followed was a scene of what could only be described as a bloody massacre.

The white afterimage, completely disregarding the laws of physics, pierced through the head of the first figure with overwhelming force, exploding into a mass of grayish-white brain matter and bone fragments.

Without pausing, it pierced through the chest of the second figure, tearing its entire upper body to pieces with its immense kinetic energy.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... It was like a red-hot iron skewer piercing through rotting flesh, straight through everything in its path, ruthlessly and unreasonably.

The cracking sounds of bones breaking, the ripping sounds of flesh being torn apart, and the dull thuds of corpses being thrown backward created a terrifying symphony.

It wasn't until it had pierced nearly thirty bodies that its power was finally exhausted. With a "thud," it became lodged diagonally in the trunk of a large tree outside the school gate. The end of the gun barrel was still buzzing violently, covered with dirty flesh and rags.

A straight passage, several meters wide, made up of mangled corpses, was thus forcibly cleared out.

Wang Meng, who had done all this, had already disappeared from the spot.

The moment he threw the gun, the ground beneath his feet suddenly caved in, and he transformed into a blurry black shadow, rushing towards Qin Hongmian and the girl in the black veil at a speed far exceeding any previous moment!

The girl in the black veil didn't even have time to react.

Qin Hongmian only felt a blur before her eyes, and a wave of heat mixed with a faint tobacco scent and full of strong masculine energy rushed towards her.

The next second, a thin but strong and irresistible arm swiftly wrapped around her slender waist, lifting her off the ground and holding her tightly in its embrace!

Her mature, supple body, clad in a tight-fitting school uniform, pressed against a boy's hard, iron-like chest without any defenses.

Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the explosive muscle contours and burning body temperature of the other person.

With his other hand, he also firmly embraced the black-veiled girl who was still in a daze next to him.

"go!"

A deep, resonant word exploded in their ears.

Wang Meng held the woman in his arms, but his feet did not falter at all.

With a sudden burst of power from his legs, he shot off like a cannonball, sprinting madly along the path of flesh and blood he had just cleared towards the distant teaching building!

The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery rushed past my eyes, turning into blurry streaks of light.

For a moment, Qin Hongmian's mind went completely blank.

She only felt a long, slender arm, full of explosive power, like a red-hot steel shackle, tightly binding her excessively plump waist and hips, which were covered by her school uniform skirt.

She was lifted up by an irresistible force, her soft and mature body forced tightly and seamlessly pressed against a hard and hot chest.

His chest wasn't particularly broad; you could even feel the thin frame typical of a young man. But the muscles beneath it were as hard as iron, and every breath he took carried a heart-pounding, vigorous vitality.

She was forced to turn her head to the side, her gaze falling on Wang Meng's excessively youthful profile.

A well-defined jawline, a straight nose, and smooth skin.

Even the fine beads of sweat on his temples from the intense exercise clearly showed that this was the appearance of a teenager.

The feeling of being held in his arms was both incredibly reassuring and strangely hot and shameful.

The scent emanating from him, a mixture of tobacco, sweat, and intense male hormones, was the strongest and most forceful odor, piercing into her nostrils and causing her already tense body, gripped by shame and indignation, to uncontrollably flush with a fine, trembling blush.

The thighs, encased in black stockings, rubbed against his equally powerful legs inevitably during the violent jolting of running. The sensation of solid muscles transmitted through the fabric made Qin Hongmian almost grind his teeth to powder.

Wang Meng's expression remained unchanged throughout.

His gaze was fixed on the tall teaching building in the distance. He was carrying two women who weighed more than 200 pounds together, yet he seemed to be carrying no weight at all. His steps were steady, and his speed increased rather than decreased, leaving the approaching, gray-white wave of death far behind him once again.

Zombies are not scary.

Even though their physical strength is comparable to that of martial artists at the acquired level, killing martial artists at the acquired level is as easy for Wang Meng as killing sheep.

Kill these creatures that are driven only by animalistic instincts.

Not to mention.

However, these zombies possess the most deadly weapon that no trained martial artist has—a highly infectious virus!

Although Wang Meng had true qi protecting him and was immune to all poisons, there were simply too many zombies.