The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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This sneak attack came without warning and from an extremely tricky angle. Any skilled martial artist would probably have been killed on the spot!

But who is Huang Rong?

Her reaction was even faster than the flash of the blade!

"Humph!"

A clear, cold snort escaped from her nose.

She didn't even turn around. Her left hand was still on the stone wall, but her right palm flipped upwards diagonally like a snake emerging from its hole, striking first despite being behind!

"boom!"

A muffled sound!

That delicate, fair hand was firmly imprinted on the chest of the Japanese ninja.

The palm strike was powerful and irresistible!

"Click"

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The attacker didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backwards like a broken sack struck by a tremendous force, spitting blood.

With a loud thud, it crashed heavily against the distant stone wall, then slid softly to the ground, falling silent. One palm strike killed the enemy!

Just as Huang Rong was about to chase after him to confirm, another, even more eerie black shadow sprang up like a ghost from the shadow of a rock that seemed to blend into the ground beneath her feet!

That attacker was more cunning and more deadly!

Using blind spots and her companions' attacks as cover, she launched her attack the instant Huang Rong struck. Her short knife moved silently, like the sting of a bee, piercing straight into Wang Meng's lower abdomen!

That location is the vital point for a man's vital energy and blood.

Faced with this deadly attack, Wang Meng's pupils showed no panic whatsoever, but instead flashed a strange light that was both cold and somewhat absurd.

He didn't even try to block it with his hands.

Just as the poisoned blade was about to pierce his trousers, Wang Meng suddenly lowered his waist, bent his legs slightly, and assumed a stable horse stance.

Immediately afterwards, he used his waist and hips to thrust forward with a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye!

This action doesn't resemble martial arts; it's more like a male beast's most primal and domineering charge when asserting its dominance!

"clang!"

A deafening, metallic clang that should never have been heard from flesh and blood suddenly erupted on the narrow stone steps!

The female ninja felt an unimaginable force coming from the tip of the knife.

It surged violently into her wrist along the blade!

That wasn't soft flesh; it was clearly an anvil, heated red-hot and harder than steel!

"Crack!"

The force of the recoil shattered her wrist, which was holding the knife!

The sharp, poisoned dagger was snapped in two by this brutal collision, falling to the ground with a clang.

"Huh?"

The excruciating pain and unbelievable horror caused the female ninja to let out a distorted cry of agony.

Before she could even feel the horror of her injured wrist, Wang Meng's second attack had already begun.

The "murder weapon" that had just shattered the blade struck out again with a muffled thud as it cut through the air, at an even more violent and brutal angle!

"boom!"

This time, it was no longer the clang of metal on metal.

Instead, it was a dull, sticky, teeth-grinding thud!

The female ninja couldn't even utter a sound. She was as if she had been hit head-on by a battering ram. Her body folded inward at an eerie angle, her eyes bulging out, and blood mixed with fragments of her internal organs gushed out of her mouth!

Immediately, her petite body was sent flying backward by this unparalleled force, like a tattered piece of cotton. She traced a shrill arc in the air and crashed heavily into the stone wall seven or eight meters away, producing a muffled thud that sent chills down one's spine.

Then it slid softly to the ground and fell completely silent.

The whole process was incredibly fast, happening in the blink of an eye.

Silence returned to the narrow stone steps.

Only in the air, amidst the thick stench of blood, was there a peculiar, primal, masculine odor.

Wang Meng slowly straightened up, his expression unchanged.

However, his already sturdy pants had a sizable tear near the crotch after experiencing two extreme stretches and impacts.

Huang Rong stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

She saw it.

Although it was as fast as a phantom, she definitely saw it.

She saw Wang Meng surge forward like a dragon emerging from the sea... She heard the incredible, sharp sound of a blade striking iron... She saw the female ninja, after a second, even heavier impact, fly away like a rag doll...

Her mind was in a frenzy. The thought that filled her with shame and indignation, yet which she could not resist, was now being confirmed in the most violent and direct way.

He... he actually used... used that thing as a weapon?

Moreover, it is harder than fine steel and strong enough to break a monument!

Wang Meng pulled off the black mask that was covering her face.

Beneath the mask was the face of a young woman, contorted with pain and terror.

Upon seeing this face, Wang Meng's brows furrowed tightly.

This face... looks surprisingly familiar.

It wasn't just that she looked familiar. Her eyebrows, her face shape, even the faint scent emanating from her, a mixture of sweat and peculiar spices...

Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly walked to the ninja who had been killed by Huang Rong with a single palm strike and tore off the ninja's mask as well.

Beneath the mask was another young and beautiful woman's face, but one devoid of life.

"The mole?"

These two words were like a boulder thrown into Wang Meng's chaotic mind, stirring up a tidal wave.

The disappearance of Wu Ma, the ruthless maids of Mantuo Manor who acted like ninjas, Wang Yuyan who was suspected of rescuing Murong Fu, the cold-hearted and vicious Murong Fu, and the three dead retainers...

All the information and all the people were converging and colliding wildly in his mind at that moment.

This tangled mess is like a ball of yarn that has been completely torn apart by a wild cat; it's endless, tangled, and impossible to unravel.

Just as Wang Meng was deep in thought, Huang Rong, who was beside him, finally made a move.

No one knew better than herself how hot and soft her body was at that moment.

An uncontrollable surge of heat rose from the depths of her lower abdomen, spreading down her spine and staining her snow-white neck, beautiful cheeks, and even her delicate earlobes with a breathtaking, shameful blush.

Her head was bowed low, and her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably, desperately trying to hide her chaotic gaze.

She didn't dare look at Wang Meng, much less at the spot where he was standing... In her mind, the loud clang of metal on metal and the heavy, dull thud of the blows still echoed wildly.

The scene was so violent, so absurd, and yet so... magnificent.

It shattered all her knowledge about martial arts and the human body.

Until a long, strong hand reached out in front of her.

"Hold it to defend yourself."

Wang Meng handed the intact dagger to Huang Rong.

His deep voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in Huang Rong's ears.

Huang Rong's body trembled violently, and her unfocused beautiful eyes finally regained their brilliance.

She suddenly came to her senses.

Her gaze unconsciously followed the short knife that had been handed to her, moving upwards as she tried to see Wang Meng's expression.

However, in that instant when she looked up, her gaze seemed to be drawn in by an invisible magnet, freezing halfway through.

She saw it.

I saw the shocking, ripped tear on the inside of his sturdy trousers, near the groin.

She couldn't see clearly during the fierce battle.

But now, in this deathly silence, at such close range, she could see it clearly.

What she saw was not flesh and skin, but... the enormous thing hidden beneath the fabric.

The last blank space in Huang Rong's mind was completely shattered.

So... it wasn't an illusion.

It turned out that he really... really... a heat wave, a hundred times more intense than ever before, shot from her tailbone straight to the top of her head!

Her cheeks flushed bright red, almost as if they were about to bleed.

"Chief Huang?"

Are you hurt?

Wang Meng's voice was calm and full of concern, as if the earth-shattering blow he had just delivered was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

He certainly didn't miss Huang Rong's momentary stiffness and distraction, but the expression on his face was completely open, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry for his companion's safety.

As he spoke, he deliberately took half a step forward, bringing the short knife in his hand a little closer to Huang Rong. This action naturally adjusted his posture.

One of his legs was slightly bent forward, while the other was behind him, and his center of gravity was lowered.

This standard martial arts stance, however, made the torn opening in his trousers taut even tighter and more fully exposed.

That opening, at this moment, is like a sinful, magical picture frame.

Huang Rong's gaze was instantly locked onto that spot the moment she looked up.

She saw that Wang Meng's clear, water-like eyes held no impurities, only pure inquiry and integrity.

Beneath the fabric, however, a heavy and slow roll of the silhouette occurred.