The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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At that very moment, Wang Meng made his move.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, a step so powerful it made the solid ground tremble slightly.

His back muscles tensed instantly, like a tightly twisted steel cable, and his right arm stretched back sharply, channeling all his strength into the first javelin in his hand.

"call out!"

With a sharp, almost ear-piercing whistling sound, the first javelin was released.

It didn't trace any arc; instead, like a black lightning bolt fired from an electromagnetic cannon, it shot straight into the horde of zombies at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Puff puff puff!"

A series of teeth-grinding, dull sounds of sharp instruments piercing through rotting flesh filled the air.

The kinetic energy of that javelin was terrifying. It easily pierced the chest of the first zombie, blasting a huge hole in its chest. Then, without slowing down, it pierced the head of the second zombie behind it, exploding its rotting head like a rotten watermelon!

Black, foul-smelling liquid splattered everywhere. But that wasn't all; the javelin continued its advance, piercing the bodies of the third, fourth, and fifth zombies in succession!

Only at the very end did it pin the sixth zombie firmly to an abandoned lamppost behind it, the gun barrel still buzzing from the immense kinetic energy.

In a straight line, six zombies were strung together like a bloody, mangled candied hawthorn by this throw.

However, this is just the beginning.

Without the slightest pause, the second javelin was already caught between Wang Meng's fingers the instant the first javelin left his hand, and was thrown out with the same ferocity.

"call out!"

The second black lightning bolt shot towards the left flank of the zombie horde.

With a series of muffled "thuds," five zombies were instantly pierced, and a brief gap was cleared in the crowded horde of corpses.

"call out!"

The third javelin was fired at the right flank.

The result was exactly the same.

In just three breaths, he wiped out nearly twenty zombies from the horde in the most direct and savage way.

Three clearly visible gaps appeared on the originally impenetrable wall of corpses.

But this is just a drop in the ocean compared to the thousands of zombies.

The gap was instantly filled, and more zombies, stepping over the corpses of their companions, roared and charged forward.

Wang Meng's face remained expressionless, and his dark eyes held only a cold, absolute zero killing intent.

He gripped the heavy spear with both hands, lowered his body slightly, and assumed a simple yet incredibly solid horse stance.

"Roar!"

A zombie charging at the front leaped high into the air, its long, curved nails like the claws of a wild beast, aimed straight at Wang Meng's face.

Wang Meng didn't even glance at it. With a flick of his wrist, the heavy spear seemed to come alive in his hand, like a black, venomous dragon, and suddenly thrust upwards!

"Crack!"

It resembles a long banner.

The zombie was launched directly into the air and landed right in front of the bus. Along with the other zombies blocking the way, it was swept away like bowling pins, its fragile bones cracking under the weight of the steel cab.

But the school bus had only gone less than twenty meters when it suddenly jolted, and its speed dropped to zero!

"Creak!"

A piercing metallic creak rang out as the entire front of the bus was lifted off the ground by an irresistible force, its wheels spinning wildly in place, emitting a pungent, acrid smell of burning.

It's that little giant!

It's already right in front of us!

This monster, covered in rotting pustules and oozing disgusting slime, now displayed an overwhelming aura that was completely at odds with its ugly appearance.

With just one hand, it pressed down on the front of the school bus; the massive body looked as fragile as a toy in its presence.

It slowly lowered its head, its equally pale eyes meeting the terrified gazes of the passengers through the cratered windshield.

Immediately afterwards, the zombie giant opened its enormous mouth, big enough to fit an adult's head, and let out a deafening roar. At the same time, it raised its other hand, as big as a fan, high and aimed it at the roof of the car, ready to smash it down!

The giant hand blotted out the leaden sky, carrying a strong stench of decay and an irresistible aura of destruction as it roared down!

Qin Hongmian immediately raised her spear and pulled Mu Wanqing, preparing to abandon the car and escape.

However, just as the giant hand was about to touch the roof of the bus, a black figure, like an angry dragon swimming upstream, suddenly rushed in front of the school bus.

It's Wang Meng!

At that moment, it was as if the car had been muted.

The extreme fear in the eyes of the women had not yet completely faded when it was instantly washed away and covered by an even stronger and more incomprehensible emotion!

That was breathtaking.

That's unbelievable.

And... a sense of security that is both absurd and incredibly real.

It was as if a mountain had suddenly descended between them and that giant hand that represented death, an insurmountable chasm!

And that mountain, that insurmountable barrier, is the silhouette of the man before us.

In the driver's seat, Shizuka Marikawa's dazed eyes had, for the first time, lost all their innocence and naivety, leaving only an almost foolish gaze upwards.

She was so scared she almost peed herself; her mind went blank, and all she knew was that death was imminent.

But now, looking at that figure from behind, her heart, which had been pounding wildly and almost bursting, miraculously calmed down.

An unprecedented sense of warmth and security, like a baby returning to amniotic fluid, completely enveloped her.

She even forgot to continue reversing, just staring blankly, feeling that as long as this man was in front of her, even if the sky fell, it wouldn't hit her.

Saya Takagi's pride and confidence were mercilessly crushed by this back view.

Yet, amidst this shattering, a strange emotion, one that filled her with both shame and dread, took root and sprouted uncontrollably.

So this is the true "power"—a pure and powerful force that transcends all wisdom and strategy.

Her proud self-esteem began to crumble in the face of absolute awe for this power, replaced by a desire to depend on it and be protected by it.

Saeko Busujima, a girl from a family of swordsmen, felt the impact even more profoundly, striking her very soul.

She understands "power" and "killing" better than anyone else.

The knife in her hand is her glory, her path.

But now, looking at Wang Meng, she felt that her proud swordsmanship was as childish and laughable as children playing house.

In that instant, the "admiration for the strong" and "servility" that had been suppressed for too long in the peacetime era and were deeply rooted in the genes of their national culture were completely activated and ignited!

Faced with such an absolutely powerful male, all self-esteem, thoughts, and personal will seem so pale and powerless.

They even unconsciously had the same absurd yet incredibly clear thought—that becoming this man's possession seemed... to be the only right thing to do.

To be protected by him, to be controlled by him, to dedicate everything to him, even to become a tool for him to vent his desires, is far happier than to die helplessly in this hellish world.

They seem to have... found their pillar of support.

Wang Meng suddenly spread his feet apart, leaving two deep footprints on the ground covered with blood, flesh, and mud.

The center of gravity of the whole body was pressed extremely low, and the lines of the back were like a fully drawn bow, protecting the bus and school bus behind it!

"Don't panic, I'm here!"

"Drink!"

With a heartfelt, primal, and wild roar, he stretched out his hands and plunged the gun into flesh!

The zombie giant roared in agony. It gave up slapping with its palm and frantically tried to pull its hand, which was pierced by the spear, back. The terrifying force made the tough ash wood spear creak under the strain, and the entire spear was stretched into a breathtaking arc, as if it would break at any moment.

But how could Wang Meng let it go as he wished?

He leaned against the school bus, his legs rooted to the spot as if nailed to the ground.

Seeing that it couldn't pull the spear back, its other, intact giant hand, which was originally going to smash the roof of the car, changed its target with a howling gale, sweeping towards Wang Meng's tiny body, who was standing in front of the car, like a moving wall!

Inside the car, everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

In their view, Wang Meng was using all his strength to resist in order to stabilize the school bus. His body was rooted to the spot and he had no way to dodge. If he was hit by this palm, the only outcome would be that he would turn into a mess of flesh!

However, Wang Meng's choice once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Well done!"

With a roar, he stomped his feet hard on the bloody mud on the ground. He actually gave up using his spear to wrestle with the zombie giant. Instead, he used the reaction force and the terrifying elasticity generated by the taut, bent spear shaft to leap upwards like a nimble ape along the incredibly slippery spear shaft that was almost at a 70-degree angle to the ground!

His movements were as fast as a phantom! His feet alternated on the rough ash wood of the spear, each step unleashing tremendous power, making him ascend at an incredible speed.

He stepped on his weapon and rushed up to the zombie giant's pierced, struggling arm before its massive hand could reach him!

"boom!"

The giant hand finally struck the end of the spear, slamming it off the ground and sending it flying. It then lashed the side of the school bus with a deafening crash, leaving a horrific dent in the vehicle and freeing it from the trap of flesh and filth.

But Wang Meng was no longer there.

He landed steadily on the zombie giant's arm, which was as thick as a small hill.

Beneath my feet lay rotting, soft muscle, constantly oozing pus and blood, so slippery that there was almost no foothold. (The last two lines are a poetic expression and don't directly relate to the preceding text.)

But his toes dug into the flesh like eagle claws, stabilizing his body. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he ran wildly down the violently swaying "flesh and blood slope" toward the giant's shoulder!

"Hooray!"

The zombie giant clearly noticed the "little bug" that dared to crawl on it, and it became even more enraged.

It frantically swung its arms, trying to shake Wang Meng off, but Wang Meng's body seemed glued to it. No matter how its arms swung, he could always find his balance and keep climbing upwards.

Inside the car, the women were stunned.

Their worldview was completely overturned at this moment.

They had never seen such a wild, primal, and violently aesthetic way of fighting.

That was no longer a battle between humans and monsters, but more like a more ferocious and deadly beast hunting another prey that was much larger!

"Quick...quick, reverse!"