The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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It was a grotesque iron hook stained with dark red blood.

It was that instrument of torture that had previously been used to pierce her cousin's shoulder blade.

So... so he had already escaped all along!

He's been acting from the very beginning!

This thought struck Wang Yuyan like a thunderbolt from the heavens, instantly draining all color from her already pale face, making her even more deathly pale than a corpse.

However, she still caught up with him and took small, quick steps into the stone gate.

Outside the stone gate, only six people were still fighting and two people were spying.

Although, I don't understand why the enemies suddenly started fighting amongst themselves.

However, neither of them were ordinary people.

The initial shock was fleeting, but they quickly reached a tacit understanding—to wait and see, and reap the benefits later.

The stench of blood and burning in the stone chamber grew stronger, a stark contrast to the lingering, ambiguous, and heated atmosphere in the small space between them.

The crisis of being besieged has temporarily subsided, but the adrenaline makes the body's previously ignored senses immediately flare up again.

The colossal object, which had become lifeless due to preparations for war, once again unleashed its astonishing, aggressive heat, blazing forth relentlessly and irrationally, after confirming that the external threat had been eliminated.

Huang Rong's body, which had just recovered a bit of coldness from the fear of death, was now reignited by this familiar heat wave that made her feel ashamed and indignant.

She could no longer bear it.

She gently twisted her already sore and weak waist and buttocks, intending to break free from the restraints and create even the slightest distance.

However, beneath this tight fit, the consequences of this action are disastrous.

Her sweat-soaked body, so willingly and helplessly, underwent a slow, complete, and fatal grinding on the massive object.

"hiss……!"

Huang Rong gasped, feeling as if her soul was about to be ground out of her body by this blow.

A tingling current, stronger than ever before, surged wildly from the end of her tailbone to her brain, causing her vision to blur.

"Let go of me now."

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out those words. Her voice was very soft, as soft as a feather, but the trembling and shame contained within it were as hot as a branding iron.

Wang Meng did not answer.

Although he really wanted to continue his attack, he hesitated when he thought that Huang Rong was not a lustful woman like Li Qingluo who could be completely controlled.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly loosened his arm, which had been tightly wrapped around Huang Rong's waist, by half a bit.

But that half-point is not a retreat.

Because Wang Meng did it slowly.

Extremely slowly, the distance between the two widened.

That was a kind of torture even more cruel than being tense.

Huang Rong could clearly feel how that thing was reluctantly withdrawing inch by inch from her muddy, rubbed buttocks.

With each passing moment, the lingering burning and emptiness made her heart race, and an uncontrollable surge of heat and moisture welled up from deep within her legs…

Wang Meng had personally witnessed Wu Ma's kung fu at Mantuo Manor.

It was a ruthless, vicious, yet somewhat righteous and unorthodox style of martial arts and swordsmanship. His moves were skillful and his inner strength was profound. He was undoubtedly the number one master of Mantuo Manor.

Even if he were to face off against the renowned "Southern Murong," he would not easily be at a disadvantage.

At this moment, she struck first with lightning speed, severely injuring the only small Japanese pirate with a calm and collected aura who was worth being wary of.

With the balance shifting, the remaining four female ninja servants, though also skilled, were no different from clay chickens and earthenware dogs in her eyes!

As expected. Seeing their leader injured, the four female servants let out sharp whistles and, with their bodies intertwined, pounced on Wu Ma from four completely different and tricky angles, like four black scythes of death.

Their swordsmanship was silent and stealthy, blocking all of Wu Ma's escape routes.

However, Aunt Wu did not dodge or avoid it!

Instead of retreating, her aged figure advanced, her feet taking dizzying, rapid steps, her whole being seeming to transform into a rapidly spinning, silver whirlwind of death.

A flash of light!

It wasn't a single slash, but rather hundreds upon hundreds of tiny, rain-like blades bursting forth in an instant.

The two female servants who rushed forward first, before their knives even reached within three feet of Wu Ma, felt a flash of silver light before their eyes and a chill in their throats.

Before they could even utter a muffled groan, the sharp blade had already precisely sliced ​​across their throats, leaving two streaks of blood.

Their bodies went limp, and they collapsed to the ground.

The other two maids were terrified at the sight, and their attack faltered. But that slight hesitation determined their fate.

Wu Ma twisted at an unbelievable angle, the katana in her hand flew out, drawing a chilling arc in the air, as if it had come to life, and pierced through the back of a maid, exiting through her chest.

Wu Ma herself, like a ghost, approached the last female servant and, with her right hand outstretched like a knife, seemingly casually slashed at the servant's neck.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the waitress's head drooped at an odd angle, and she died.

From the moment the four maids pounced on them until they all died, the whole process took only the blink of an eye!

It was so fast it was dazzling, and so ruthless it was terrifying!

Deathly silence returned to the stone chamber once more.

Wu Ma casually pulled the katana stuck in the corpse, flicked it lightly, and shook off the blood droplets on the blade.

She didn't even glance at the four corpses on the ground, each in a different pose; instead, she coldly turned her gaze back to the last remaining enemy.

A torch that had fallen to the ground caught fire, its flames touching the body of the maid whose neck had been snapped by Wu Ma with her bare hands. The maid's black outfit was quickly set ablaze, sizzling as a stench of burning flesh mixed with the strong smell of blood began to fill the stone chamber.

The short Japanese pirate leader pressed one hand tightly against the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, blood gushing from between his fingers, staining half of his body a shocking dark red.

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at the cold and indifferent "Aunt Wu" in front of him, and his eyes were filled with boundless fear.

But soon, this fear was replaced by a kind of madness that wanted to destroy everything.

"Mizu Nanako!"

He roared wildly in a heart-wrenching tone, a mixture of broken Central Plains Mandarin and sharp Japanese.

"You damned traitor! ...Have you forgotten that your daughter...your precious daughter is still in our hands!"

Don't you even care about her life?

This threat, vicious and direct, is enough to break any mother's spirit.

However, Wu Ma's face remained completely expressionless.

She seemed not to hear the other person's roar at all, and simply turned around slowly again.

Her gaze, once again, precisely locked onto the darkness where Wang Meng and Huang Rong were hiding.

"Young Master Wang, I know you've caught up!"

This time, her words were no longer directed at an empty corner, but carried an unquestionable certainty that seemed to penetrate rock.

When the short Japanese pirate leader saw that she had completely exposed the huge opening in her back to him, the mad flames in his eyes instantly burned to the extreme.

This is his only chance!

He poured all his strength into his legs, and like a dying cannonball, he endured the tearing pain in his chest and silently and resolutely lunged towards Wu Ma's back!

The katana he held, only half-drawn, became his final gamble, its tip imbued with a lifetime of resentment.

Victory seems to be just around the corner!

But at that moment, Wu Ma did something that terrified him.

She didn't even turn around. Just casually, as if throwing away a piece of useless trash, she tossed the katana in her hand high behind her, spinning it around!

The katana, gleaming with a cold light, drew an eerie arc in the air as it flew towards the top of the stone chamber, instantly drawing the attention of the Japanese pirate leader.

Subconsciously, his gaze followed the knife and rose slightly upwards.

When top players clash, they fight for every single one.

It's this slight delay.

Wu Ma's figure remained in place, like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, instantly becoming blurred and fading, and finally disappearing completely!

The short Japanese pirate's seemingly inevitable strike missed its mark, the powerful momentum causing him to stumble and nearly fall. Terrified, before he could even process the sheer agility of the attack, a chilling, deathly aura crept up from the back of his neck.

The next second, he saw a scene he would never forget, and which would also be the last scene of his life.

Wu Ma appeared before him like a ghost, seemingly out of nowhere.

Her withered, claw-like right hand was moving faster than his visual limits, relentlessly grabbing at his neck.

How could it be so fast?

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment.

"Crack!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound echoed throughout the deathly silent stone chamber.

The short Japanese pirate's body suddenly collapsed limply, like a sack with all its bones removed.

And the katana, having fulfilled its mission of attracting attention, finally fell with a clang to the far end of the stone chamber, echoing with a lonely sound.

"Shadow!"

The three words, like three cold steel needles, were spat out of Huang Rong's mouth and precisely pierced the silent air.

Upon hearing this special title, Wu Ma's indifferent face finally showed a slight change.

Her icy eyes narrowed slightly, her tone remaining calm and detached: "So, Chief Huang is here too."

"It was I who underestimated the heroes of the world."

This statement marked a complete showdown.

Wang Meng and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, realizing there was no longer any need to hide their meeting.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, slowly emerged from the shadow of the rocks, forming a three-way standoff with Wu Ma.