RNP Chapter 64 One sword, one decapitation!
Chapter 64 One sword, one decapitation!
Jiang Ming's voice, filtered through the grille of his full-face helmet, carried a dull, metallic echo, as if it came from a deep well.
The tall Black exchange student paused for a moment.
The person in front of him, whose entire body was wrapped in silver-white metal, gave him an extremely unreal sense of oppression.
It's not just a visual shock, but a warning from a biological instinct—like encountering a rhinoceros covered in iron in the wild.
But he quickly suppressed his fear.
At this school, thanks to his nearly two-meter height and the muscles he's built up through years of fitness training, he's been practically walking sideways these past two days.
Those Chinese students who usually only know how to study by rote, when he raised his fist, did nothing but back down, admit defeat, and apologize repeatedly.
Habitual thinking is a terrible thing.
It creates the illusion that as long as I have a loud enough voice and a hard enough fist, I can keep winning.
"Cosplay?"
The Black international student chuckled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
He shook the blood-stained solid wood table leg in his hand, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Ming's gleaming silver armor.
"Dude, that metal suit looks intimidating. But this isn't a comic convention. Dressed like that, do you think you can beat me?"
His fellow international students behind him also laughed.
The laughter was grating, carrying a blatant contempt.
In their eyes, he was just a game addict who was dressed in a costume made of some unknown model.
If a real fight breaks out, this bulky metal shell will only become a coffin that exhausts people to death.
"We just want the meat."
The Black international student took a step forward, and the solid wood table leg almost poked Jiang Ming's breastplate.
"Give us that deer leg, and we can still be friends. Otherwise..."
He paused deliberately, slapping the wooden stick in his palm.
"Otherwise, I'll help you take this metal body off and see if there's a little mouse hiding inside."
The surrounding crowd was deathly silent.
Everyone stared at the center of the field.
Those students who were originally shouting "everyone gets a share" are now shrinking back, wanting to see Jiang Ming suffer, but also afraid of getting blood splattered on themselves.
"Fuck you, you black devil! Your whole family are the mice!"
Wang Yang, carrying the Blazing Battle Axe, was about to charge forward, the veins on his neck bulging.
An arm covered in silver gauntlets was placed in front of him.
Jiang Ming did not turn around.
He simply stared quietly at the black man in front of him who was half a head taller than him.
On the retina, a line of pale blue data is jumping.
[Target: Humans (Survivors)]
[Rank: Lv.2]
Strength: 7 | Agility: 6 | Constitution: 8
[State: Excited, Underestimating the opponent]
too weak.
It's not even as good as that three-eared rabbit.
"I gave you a chance."
Jiang Ming's voice remained flat, showing no emotional fluctuations.
"Fxxk you!"
Enraged by this dismissive attitude, the Black student's facial muscles twitched violently.
He roared, swung his arm, and the solid wood table leg in his hand whistled through the air as he slammed it down hard on Jiang Ming's head.
This attack showed no mercy.
If it hit an ordinary person on the head, it would definitely result in their brains splattering.
"Be careful!"
On the second-floor balcony, Su Xiaoxiao cried out in alarm.
"clang--!!!"
A sickening metallic clang rang out.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The solid wood table leg snapped in two the instant it touched the silver helmet, as if it had struck a piece of granite.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and half a stick spun out and landed on the concrete ground some distance away.
Jiang Ming's head didn't even sway a millimeter.
Physical Defense +25
The concept of this numerical value is to make this level of attack a joke.
The black student's sinister smile froze.
The enormous recoil force traveled back along the wooden stick, causing his hand to split open and bleed profusely.
My entire right arm felt numb as if I had been electrocuted, and I temporarily lost sensation.
"This...this is impossible..."
He stared wide-eyed in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
This is not a prop.
This is real metal.
"Finished?"
Jiang Ming took a step forward.
The metal combat boots crushed a pebble on the ground.
"Then it's my turn."
There were no fancy moves.
Jiang Ming simply raised his right hand, and the black iron horse-slaying sword that had been dragging on the ground felt as light as an iron rod in his hand.
A flash of black light.
fast.
too fast.
It's so fast that the retina can only capture a fleeting afterimage.
The Black international student didn't even have time to dodge; he just felt a sudden dizziness.
"Pfft!"
The large black head shot skyward with an incredulous look in its eyes.
The blood gushing from his severed neck was two meters high, like a sudden rain of blood, soaking his companions behind him.
The headless corpse swayed twice, as if its bones had been removed, and then collapsed limply to the ground, making meaningless struggles.
The entire room fell silent.
The only sound was the crackling of the campfire.
Those international students who were just laughing were now gaping, their smiles still lingering on their faces, but their eyes were filled with endless fear.
He committed murder.
It really happened.
And it was done so swiftly and decisively, as if swatting a fly with a flick of the wrist.
"Aaaaaah!!"
Finally, a white international student reacted and let out a piercing scream.
He turned around and tried to run away.
Did I tell you to leave?
Jiang Ming's voice rang out again.
With a flick of his wrist, the black iron horse-slaying sword drew a semi-circle in the air.
The white exchange student, who had only taken two steps, suddenly froze.
A heavy broadsword pierced through his chest from behind, the immense kinetic energy propelling his body forward three or four meters before pinning him firmly to the base of the school emblem statue in the square.
Fresh blood trickled down the stone seat.
The remaining three international students' legs went weak, and they knelt down on the ground.
My crotch was soaked, and a fishy, pungent smell filled the air.
"No...don't kill me..."
"We were wrong...we're leaving now..."
They begged for mercy incoherently, and no one knew where they learned it from, but they kept banging their heads against each other, leaving their foreheads covered in blood and flesh.
That arrogant and domineering attitude from just now has completely vanished.
Jiang Ming walked to the headless corpse, bent down, and wiped the bloodstains from the gauntlets on the corpse's clothes.
The movements were as elegant as if they were wiping tableware.
"roll."
One word.
It was like a general amnesty.
The three international students scrambled to their feet, not even bothering to look back at their companion's corpse, and rushed towards the distant teaching building like frightened wild dogs.
Jiang Ming turned around.
The silver-white mask was facing the group of students watching.