Qin Fangyang stood with his sword in hand, his eyes watching all six directions and his ears listening to all eight, guarding against further surprise attacks.
Over by the van, Li Changjiang dragged five students out of the vehicle. The five students under his special protection were completely unharmed, but his own back had been reduced to a bloody mess.
He had turned to face the rear and devoted most of his strength to protecting the students in the back seats, naturally leaving his own back inadequately defended. He was now circulating his energy to recover.
As for the van, it was a total wreck.
The surrounding clamor was slowly receding as well; the ordinary people of this era had all experienced similar incidents to some degree and naturally knew that, at a time like this, the farther they ran, the better.
Some shopkeepers even abandoned their shops and simply took to their heels.
A sinister burst of laughter rang out.
A voice that set one's teeth on edge said slowly, "Principal Li, why are you leaving in such a hurry? You even passed the Martial Education Bureau's gates without going inside. Just where are you off to?"
The voice drifted unpredictably, now to the left, now to the right.
Qin Fangyang and Li Changjiang stood back-to-back, with the five students between them.
Neither man moved or spoke.
Since the enemy had chosen to act and had even spoken up to provoke them after the explosions, there had to be more to this than those three bombs!
Bombs could only deal with ordinary people. Against experts like the two of them, they were all but useless.
There was a strong chance that the enemy's targets were those five students.
It was also possible that they were after the two of