The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"Crack!"

A crisp, piercing cracking sound echoed throughout the room.

He snapped that thin javelin in two with an unreasonable and tyrannical force!

He casually tossed aside the broken two pieces of the shaft, keeping only the steel spearhead with a small section still attached.

Then, using the sharp stub of the spearhead, he began to rapidly slice off the top of the heavy ash wood pole.

Wood chips flew everywhere as he moved quickly and precisely, without a single wasted effort, like a seasoned craftsman.

In just a few dozen seconds, he shaved the top of the hard wooden pole into a cone shape that could perfectly fit into the gun head base.

As a final step, he aimed the gun at the wooden pole and then slammed the other end of the pole into the ground!

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, the steel spearhead, propelled by the powerful impact, pierced perfectly and deeply into the ash wood shaft!

The joint made a creaking, teeth-grinding sound due to the violent squeezing.

A simple, crude, yet extremely deadly spear was born in his hands.

He waved it twice with satisfaction.

Wang Meng turned around and continued making the product.

Soon, several more of the same crude yet deadly spears were manufactured.

Wang Meng handed a few of the javelins to Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing behind him, and then tied several bundles of packed javelins tightly with ropes and carried them diagonally on his back.

He stretched his shoulders, feeling the added weight on his body. The extra several dozen kilograms seemed to have no effect on him, and he could still move freely.

After doing all this, he turned around, his deep gaze falling on Qin Hongmian's beautiful face, and asked, "How long does a blessed land like this usually last?"

How are you going to get out of here?

Qin Hongmian was leaning on her newly acquired spear with one hand, while idly fiddling with a strand of hair hanging down her chest with the other.

Upon hearing Wang Meng's question, a perfectly timed look of surprise flashed in her alluring peach blossom eyes, as if she hadn't expected him to ask such a question.

She didn't answer immediately, but instead shifted her weight slightly and leaned against the equipment rack behind her.

This movement accentuated her already stunning figure, with her breasts and perky buttocks forming a breathtaking arc.

Her eyes darted around, a faint smile playing on them, as she looked Wang Meng up and down before her red lips parted slightly, her voice languid and magnetic: "I thought... you already knew."

Her tone was more flirtatious than an answer. She paused, seemingly enjoying Wang Meng's scrutinizing gaze, before continuing in that unhurried, slightly coquettish tone, "It usually lasts three to seven days."

When the time comes, we outsiders will be automatically thrown out of this place..."

As she said this, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her slightly dry lips; that unintentional gesture was full of deadly allure.

"That's what Daisy said."

Whether it's true or false, I'm not quite sure.

She shrugged, but her gaze remained fixed on Wang Meng's face. "But I think she has no reason to lie to us!"

Wang Meng smiled, a smile that carried an unquestionable, almost arrogant certainty.

"Whether she's lying to us or not!"

He looked into Qin Hongmian's expressive peach blossom eyes and said, word by word, "I will make sure you all get out of here safely."

I said it!

The last three words were spoken with resounding force, as if declaring an established fact.

Wang Meng could clearly sense the woman's harmonious and self-consistent aura, yet one that seemed poised to burst forth at any moment.

She must have been at the peak of the Acquired Realm for a long time, and she is only one step away from stepping into the threshold called "Innate Realm".

Although Fang Yanqing is already in charge of his fleet, who would complain about having too many trump cards?

If we could add another master of innate talent, the unknown journey ahead would undoubtedly be much safer.

Of course, more importantly...

He could feel that he had peeled away the hardest scales of this wild and untamed snake, revealing the warm and soft flesh beneath.

He was almost completely "captured" her.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wang Meng's domineering declaration, the allure in Qin Hongmian's eyes intensified.

Far from being displeased by the commanding tone, she laughed heartily, her chest heaving with each stroke, creating breathtaking waves.

She smiled and nodded, a gesture of complete trust, even a touch of adoration.

Immediately, she turned around, stretched out her soft arms, and pulled her still somewhat dazed "disciple" Mu Wanqing into her arms, tightly hugging her slender waist.

Qin Hongmian's cheek was pressed against Mu Wanqing's hair, but her captivating eyes looked over her disciple's shoulder and stared straight at Wang Meng. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was so sweet it could drip water: "Then... we, master and disciple, will have to entrust our delicate bodies to Wang Lang!"

Wang Meng's smile remained unchanged. He turned to the Japanese women behind him and said, "Go find a javelin to use as a weapon. Rest here for ten minutes, and we'll set off in ten minutes!"

By the way, does anyone know how to drive that school bus outside?

Where are you taking us?

Finally, the purple-haired girl couldn't help but speak up.

This time, however, her sharp voice no longer carried any aggressiveness; instead, it was permeated with a tremor that even she herself could hardly perceive, originating from the depths of her soul.

She gripped a javelin she had picked up from the ground; its cold metallic touch was the only source of courage she could draw upon at that moment.

Takagi Saya immediately and dutifully translated the sentence to Wang Meng.

Wang Meng's gaze shifted to the pretty face that was trying to appear calm. Just as he was about to say something, the blond school doctor beside him mustered his courage and, in an almost naive tone, advised, "Student, you...you shouldn't have done that kind of thing. In this situation...we should..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Meng's patience had already run out.

"Noisy."

He whispered something, and the next instant, he took a step forward.

That step was so fast it was as if the earth had shrunk to an inch! The man who was several meters away just a second ago was now a blur, and when he became clear again, he had already appeared like a ghost in front of Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa!

"Well!"

"Uh!"

Two muffled groans of pain rang out simultaneously. Wang Meng's large, iron-like hands had already swiftly gripped the two women's slender, pale necks, lifting them abruptly off the ground!

A sudden, intense feeling of suffocation washed over her, and Saeko Busujima's javelin clattered to the ground.

The two struggled desperately, their legs kicking futilely in the air, but the arm that was holding their lives remained as still as a mountain.

At that moment, the brown-haired girl, who had just recovered from the death of her boyfriend and the humiliation she had suffered, had a resolute ruthlessness flash in her eyes once again.

Seizing the opportunity, she launched another sneak attack from behind Wang Meng! She skillfully gripped the javelin in her hand and, with all her might, plunged it fiercely into Wang Meng's unsuspecting back!

This time, Wang Meng didn't even turn his head.

"You're asking for it." He simply uttered those two words coldly.

At the same time, a surge of powerful true energy, like a torrent bursting its banks, rushed down from his dantian and poured into him!

Even through the layer of school uniform trousers, his enormous spear underwent a qualitative change instantly under the infusion of true energy!

It expanded, bulged, and hardened at a speed visible to the naked eye. The veins bulged and twisted like angry dragons under the fabric. In an instant, the entire behemoth became harder than steel, and its surface even emitted a scorching high temperature due to the extreme concentration of true energy!

Immediately afterwards, without even looking, Wang Meng maintained the position of grabbing the two women by the neck, turned around and suddenly thrust backward!

"Bang—!"

A dull, teeth-grinding thud, like a battering ram hitting a sack of flesh, exploded in the deathly silent room!

Reina Miyamoto's body, which had been rushing towards her, suddenly stiffened. Then, like a shrimp hit by a heavy cannon, she arched backward instantly, her expression frozen in extreme pain and astonishment.

The javelin flew from her hand and landed on the ground with a clatter.

Wang Meng's spear, infused with true energy and more terrifying than an iron rod, pierced through her trousers and then, with overwhelming force, slammed into her soft abdomen!

With their throats grabbed, Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa were forced to watch helplessly as a living companion was sent flying by a man using his organ, a symbol of sex and conquest, in the most direct, brutal, and despicable way!

Wang Meng released his grip.

Two "plop" sounds.

Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, coughing and gagging violently. A warm liquid gushed uncontrollably from between their legs, instantly soaking their already damp underwear.

Under extreme fear and shock, they lost control of their bladders.

Before them, Miyamoto Rei's body lay sprawled on the ground like a sack of rags, curled up in a ball, convulsing and spasming violently.

Her eyes had rolled back, and a series of inhuman, agonizing moans escaped her throat. She was still alive, but this life was clearly more painful than death. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are not translated.)

Wang Meng casually straightened his ripped pants, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He turned his head and looked at Saya Takagi, whose face was as pale as paper, and waved to her as if calling a dog.

“Tell them that what I need is an obedient female dog, not a useless burden.”

His voice was calm and cold. His gaze swept over the body that was still writhing in pain on the ground, and then fell back on Saya Takagi's pupils, which were constricted violently with fear.

"Then, do what you're supposed to do."

Saya Takagi was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

She wanted to scream, to run away, but those cold eyes were like two nails, pinning her soul to the spot. She saw Miyamoto Rei's face contorted with pain.

Then, she nodded mechanically and stiffly, and squeezed out two words in a trembling, tearful voice: "...I...I understand."

She crawled over almost on her hands and feet, her movements as stiff as a marionette.

"He...he said..."

She turned her head away, not even daring to look into Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa's eyes, and translated Wang Meng's words, one by one, in a broken, tearful tone: "He needs... an obedient... bitch... not... a burden..."

After Takagi Saya finished translating, her body trembled even more violently.

She knew what "do what you're supposed to do" meant.

She closed her eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks, mingling with the blood on her face.

Then, under Wang Meng's condescending gaze, her trembling hands once again grasped the still hard, hot, blood-stained spear.

This time, however, a sticky, warm sensation came from her palm. The strong smell of blood mixed with the man's unique musky scent assaulted her sense of smell, making her stomach churn.