The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"That was the sound of gunfire, equivalent to a musket, but much more powerful than the kind of musket you are familiar with. In a sense, it could basically give an ordinary person the offensive capabilities of a congenital martial artist."

This explanation immediately caused both of them to show expressions of shock.

But Wang Meng quickly added, "Don't worry too much. Although firearms do have the offensive capabilities of innate martial artists to some extent, they can neither provide defense nor reaction speed. So as long as you are careful, you can easily dodge them."

All you need to do is focus on your wrist!

After Wang Meng finished speaking, he sat back down without seeming to care.

The dense gunfire meant that there were organized survivors, that they had enough weapons and ammunition, and that... they were engaged in a fierce battle with a large number of, and possibly even mutated, zombies.

For him, either side could be a new discovery.

He looked at the street ahead shrouded in smoke and blood, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Keep driving!"

He gave the order in a calm tone: "Let's go see which lucky group is throwing such a lively party."

All I can say is that this was definitely a lively party.

As Shizuka Marikawa drove the bus over the last street corner covered in blood, the sudden open view before them caused everyone on the bus except Wang Meng to instinctively hold their breath.

It was a fleet of steel ships struggling to "sail" through a horde of zombies.

Three heavy police riot control vehicles, painted with the Metropolitan Police Department insignia, formed the vanguard and flanks of the convoy, like three scarred steel rhinos.

Their sharply defined armor was covered with scratches and dents of varying depths, and the body was covered with layers of dark red and grayish-black blood and sludge, making it almost impossible to see their original color.

The machine gun mounted on the roof of the vehicle was spitting out angry tongues of fire, its roaring "rat-a-tat-tat" tearing wave after wave of zombies to shreds.

Surrounded by these three steel rhinos were more than a dozen cars of various kinds and two buses that were clearly used for evacuating people.

The windows of most of these vehicles were rolled down halfway, and arms holding pistols or submachine guns emerged from inside, clearing out any stragglers that tried to approach from the flanks and rear with relatively sparse but relentless firepower.

At the very heart of the convoy, in the most heavily guarded location, were two extremely special and crucial engineering vehicles: a yellow heavy-duty bulldozer and a silver-white tanker truck marked with "dangerous goods."

That bulldozer is playing a vital role.

It followed closely behind the armored vehicle at the front, using its huge bucket to laboriously push the mountain of zombie corpses, which had been mowed down by machine gun fire, to both sides of the street.

Each push was accompanied by a teeth-grinding, crunching sound of flesh and bone being crushed and rubbed, carving out a sticky path through the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, allowing vehicles behind to barely pass.

It seemed that the surrounding zombies posed no threat to the convoy.

But Wang Meng shook his head.

"This method of fighting consumes too much ammunition."

Moreover, they were too slow; the speed of the bulldozers clearing the obstacles couldn't keep up with the speed at which the zombies gathered.

At this rate, they won't even be able to get out of this street before they run out of bullets!

Indeed, although the convoy's defensive line seemed impregnable, their advance was as slow as a tortoise's pace. Meanwhile, the zombies, drawn by the dense gunfire and the pungent smell of blood, poured in from all directions, seemingly endless.

This is a war of attrition that is destined to fail.

The moment the bullets run out, this seemingly powerful convoy will instantly transform into a massive steel coffin engulfed by a horde of zombies.

The people in the convoy clearly understood this as well.

Through those rolled-down car windows, one could see faces filled with anxiety and despair.

They were simply using their last ammunition to buy themselves a few more minutes, or even just a few more minutes, of life.

But at that moment, both the convoy that was struggling to keep going and the onlookers on the school bus heard a completely new voice.

That sound was completely different from the roar of a machine gun or the bursts of a pistol.

That was another kind of roar, deeper, more violent, and full of primal power!

"Buzz!"

The expressions on everyone's faces in the convoy changed drastically!

"Front!

There's a sound ahead!

"What is it?"

A new mutated monster?

“Fire!

Fire forward!

Terrified screams erupted on the convoy's communication channels. The heavy machine gun in the lead armored vehicle immediately turned its barrel and began firing wildly at the street ahead, which was shrouded in smoke and blood.

Then they saw it.

A yellow, massive, and ferocious steel behemoth, larger than their armored vehicles, charged out of the chaotic dust with brute force and without any regard for reason!

Its iconic "big nose" front end was covered in fresher, stickier flesh and blood than the rest of the vehicle, resembling the maw of a monstrous beast ready to devour its prey.

Roaring, it plunged headlong into the densest wave of zombies ahead!

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, dozens of zombies were sent flying into the air by the terrifying kinetic energy!

The sturdy, battering ram-like front of the vehicle swept through the horde of corpses, clearing out a large area in an instant!

That was a... school bus?

Wang Meng frowned as he watched Kikukawa Shizuka, who had floored the accelerator and was charging forward, crushing all the surrounding zombies and sending them flying, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

How could someone act on their own initiative without issuing any orders?

But at that moment, the school bus suddenly lost its balance and crashed heavily into the horde of zombies. After one impact after another, even the sturdy school bus could no longer withstand the onslaught, lost its balance, and tilted to the side.

However, something incredible happened.

Wang Meng used his fists, his flesh and blood fists, to smash hard against the steel structure that weighed tens of tons and was about to topple over!

"Boom!"

That wasn't the dull thud that comes from flesh colliding with steel, but a metallic wail, as muffled as a battering ram striking a city gate and as sharp as an ancient temple bell being struck with all its might!

Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, their pupils constricting violently, the enormous school bus was forcibly righted from its tilted position by the force of that single punch, defying all the laws of physics! The massive vehicle jolted violently, and its four tires landed firmly on the ground once more. However, a clear, inwardly dented, terrifying fist mark remained on the side of the bus where the punch had struck!

Is this... something that humans can do?

There was a deathly silence on the team's communication channel.

Shizuka Marikawa, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the dented fist mark and imagined what would have happened if that punch had hit someone... She shuddered in fear and instinctively covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.

And this is just the beginning.

Wang Meng didn't even turn around to look at the masterpiece he had created.

Without pausing for a moment, the spear in his hand moved the instant he landed.

That's a swinging speed that no human could possibly achieve.

In his hands, the spear seemed to transform into a high-speed, deadly whirlwind of flesh and blood!

Centered on himself, his spear transformed into blurry, deadly streaks of dark light.

That wasn't a stab, that wasn't a slash, but a pure, brutal, and irrational strangulation!

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The continuous sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh created a chilling symphony of death!

Those zombies that had just excitedly pounced on the school bus because it had stopped, baring their teeth and claws, would be instantly shredded into a shower of blood and flesh mixed with broken bones and internal organs by the spinning black light once they entered a three-meter radius around him!

There wasn't a single intact body.

Not a single complete wail was heard.

There was only a crimson ring that kept expanding and rising, made up of bits of flesh, broken bones, and thick blood!

Saeko Busujima stared intently at the demonic figure dancing among the corpses, her knuckles turning deathly pale from clenching her fists.

Her proud swordsmanship, the realm of "slashing" she pursued, seemed so naive and laughable in the face of this pure, outrageously efficient "meat grinder."

Saya Takagi, on the other hand, completely gave up on thinking.

Through the broken window, she watched the boy fight against the endless horde of zombies all by himself, watching him crush all threats into powder with the most direct and primal violence.

An extreme sense of security and an extreme sense of fear intertwined in her heart, ultimately transforming into a deeper surrender to this absolute power.

half a minute.

Only about half a minute had passed.

As the whirlwind of death in Wang Meng's hand slowly subsided, the gunshots, the roars of zombies, and all other sounds around him disappeared.

The world fell into an eerie silence.

All eyes were focused on the boy who stood still, not even breathing rapidly.

At his feet, centered on him, a veritable mountain of corpses rose up, more than half a meter high, still emitting wisps of steam, made up of countless zombie remains—a mixture of flesh, limbs, bones, and internal organs!

Dark red blood gathered into streams, slowly flowing down from the crevices of the mountain of corpses, staining the asphalt road beneath his feet into a thick, shocking blood-red swamp.

Wang Meng shook off the sticky, bone-crushing flesh and grime from his body, the movement as casual as if he were brushing dust off his clothes.

He tilted his head, his cold gaze slowly sweeping over the silent convoy in the distance, like a butcher sizing up his next batch of livestock.

His gaze swept unabashedly across the faces behind those car windows, faces filled with fear, awe, and horror.

Suddenly, he grinned.

That smile, so menacing against his blood-stained face, was filled with the primal, wild malice of a apex predator.

He casually tossed the long spear, now riddled with fine cracks, onto the ground with a crisp clang. The metal cone at the end of the shaft had vanished in the frenzied slaughter, perhaps embedded in the corpse of some unfortunate soul, or perhaps deeply embedded in the concrete wall of some building.

Seeing his movements, especially that chilling smile, the people in the convoy instinctively felt a deadly threat.

"Warning! Warning! Do not approach!"

A hoarse and tense shout came from the loudspeaker of the police armored vehicle at the very front.

The heavy machine gun on the roof, which had just been spitting fire, slowly rotated its dark muzzle, precisely locking onto Wang Meng, as if if he took another step forward, the bullets would tear him to shreds.

However, what would be a deadly threat to an ordinary person was, in Wang Meng's eyes, a laughable and presumptuous joke.