"Why do you have two of the same Divine Mark?"
Fear had taken hold of the woman's heart.
"I don't know either."
Duan Ming's face was expressionless.
He could feel that the blade in his hand was brimming with killing intent.
It was no ordinary blade, but a demonic blade formed from Qi.
It seemed he could also change its weight at will.
The woman glanced at the blade in Duan Ming's hand.
Was this his Power of God?
This blade looks so strange!
But if this is his Power of God, what was that electric current just now?
"To keep the drug from completely numbing my hand, I need to finish you off quickly."
Duan Ming tightened his grip on the demonic blade and darted forward.
Compared to before, he was several times faster.
The woman's eyes darted about, tracking Duan Ming's movements.
But all she could see were afterimages.
What's going on?
Even with two more Divine Marks, he shouldn't be this fast!
Could this brat have used all the Qi in his body to boost his speed?
To keep Duan Ming from finding an opening, the woman sent her hair flying wildly, wrapping herself in a formation of attacks.
She kept tracking the figure darting from side to side.
Once she was sure she could hit Duan Ming, she stabbed three braids at him.
Swish, swish, swish!
Three slashes whistled through the air, and the three braids fell to the ground.
The woman's three braids came undone, leaving her hair hanging loose: "That blade is so fast!"
Unable to see Duan Ming clearly, the woman began to panic.
The constant urging in her earpiece made her extremely agitated.
"I've run into trouble!"
After saying that, the woman focused all her attention on the fight.
Her braids were severed one by one, leaving her hair disheveled like a female ghost's.
Clang, clang, clang!
Duan Ming used his blade to block the strands of hair stabbing at him.
Although the hair was now spread apart, it had lost none of its power, like countless soft steel needles.
Countless strands of hair swished through the air like a waterfall. Though powerful, they also blocked the woman's view.
The sound of slashing had barely faded before it rang out again. The severed hair began growing back as soon as it was cut.
Seeing this, Duan Ming knew it was practically impossible to shave the woman bald.
Her hair grew back after being cut, as if it cost nothing.
He tried attacking with an electric current, but hair was an insulator. Unless he touched the woman's body, it would have little effect.
"You little bastard, I'll kill you!"
Unable to hit Duan Ming, the woman began to lose her composure.
The next second, the woman's hair caught a blade.
But before she could feel any joy, a hand landed on her back.
"What! The blade's in front of me. When did he get behind me?"
The woman was shocked.
"You're finished."
Crackle!
An electric current enveloped Duan Ming's palm.
The woman shuddered, her body twitching instinctively from the shock.
The next second, Duan Ming struck her with a punch. Her ribs cracked, and she screamed.
Duan Ming showed no mercy.
His fists rained down on the woman.
He struck her back first, then her arms, the back of her neck... Every punch carried an electric current.
After being struck repeatedly from behind by a man, the woman spat out a mouthful of blood. Her body finally gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.
When the woman struggled to open her eyes again, a blade was already pressed against her throat.
She clearly saw a flicker of electricity flash through the young man's eyes.
"I never imagined that Dual Divine Marks actually existed in this world," the woman forced out.
Shing!
The demonic blade swept across the woman's throat, and blood gushed from the wound.
The woman stared fixedly at Duan Ming, her eyes wide.
She seemed not to have expected the brat to strike so ruthlessly, without the slightest hesitation.
"I've avenged you."
This was the first time Duan Ming had killed someone in the real world.
But he felt no fear.
"What happened?"
Fang Cheng's voice suddenly rang out, making Duan Ming's heart jolt.
He looked in astonishment toward the second-floor corridor.
Fang Cheng lay in the corridor, his face covered in blood.
"Did you just come back from the dead?"
In the second-floor corridor of the teaching building.
A man covered in blood took the jacket Peng Sisi handed him and glanced at the enemy lying on the ground. "This guy's Power of God was hard to deal with, but luckily I still won."
"Hey, are you all right?"
Zhang Hongji's voice rang out in his mind.
"Are you kidding? I was just warming up."
"Yeah. Duan Ming dealt with his opponent and is heading to the No. 1 cafeteria now. There's a man with four Divine Marks there, and he has a detonator. If he presses it, the whole school will be razed to the ground!"
"Okay, got it."
"Right, his other companions have all been taken care of. The security guard at the entrance dealt with them."
"What? You mean that old man who's missing a few front teeth?"
"Yes."
In the cafeteria, a middle-aged man was being besieged by six people.
Although all six were Divine Mark masters with three Divine Marks, they could do nothing to the middle-aged man.
"Hello, hello... Qiu Yan, Qiu Yan?"
The middle-aged man kept calling his teammate through his earpiece.
But he received no answer.
Apart from him, the other seven might as well have been dead.
"I'll give you two more minutes. After that, I'll press the detonator myself!"
The middle-aged man roared, then looked at the six battered young people standing before him.
"Do all the students at Divine Power School fight this desperately?"
"Hm?"
He looked toward the cafeteria's main entrance.
A young man stood there, holding a blade.
His attention was drawn to the strange demonic blade in the young man's hand.
Meanwhile, a man and a woman appeared at the north entrance.
The man seemed to be no weakling, but he was covered in injuries.
"This guy has a detonator. Everyone, be careful."
Zhang Hongji's voice rang out from the west entrance.
He seemed to be injured too.
The middle-aged man from the Church of the Dark Night was now surrounded on all sides.
"Damn it! A bunch of students actually ruined the whole plan!"
He looked around and kept calling his companions through his earpiece, but received no response.
He didn't know what had happened.
Could my companions all have been dealt with by these students?
Purple Qi poured from the middle-aged man's body.
Keeping an eye on the people around him, he said coldly, "Fine, then I'll kill all of you first!"
Tap, tap, tap!
A short old man wearing a pair of worn-out shoes walked past Duan Ming and smiled at him. "Young man, you have a promising future."
Everyone's attention turned to the old man.
"Isn't that the security guard at the entrance?" Peng Sisi exclaimed.
"Sorry, I went to deal with the others just now, so I'm a little late." The old man's back was slightly hunched, and he held his hands behind him with a smile on his face.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man from the Church of the Dark Night looked at the old man in confusion.
The impression he got was that the old man was strong!
"I'm a security guard."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, golden Qi enveloped his entire body!