"Golden Qi!"
Quite a few people cried out in alarm.
The Church of the Dark Night man's pupils suddenly contracted.
No wonder he couldn't contact his other companions.
It seemed they had all been dealt with by this old man.
Golden Qi meant the old man had at least five Divine Marks.
What was going on?
Why had they never received this information?
A security guard at the Divine Power School was actually a Divine Power Master with five Divine Marks!
"Looks like I'm not getting away." The Church of the Dark Night man clenched the detonator, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "Even if I can't escape, I'll take you all down with me! Taking a Divine Power Master with five Divine Marks with me before I die makes it worth it!"
He burst out laughing and raised both hands high. As he pressed the detonator, he shouted, "Lord of the Dark Night!!"
One second... two seconds passed... nothing happened...
"Huh? What's going on?" The Church of the Dark Night man looked in horror at a creature perched on a nearby pillar.
Everyone turned to look at the white creature.
It had no fur and looked like a puppy, but it had a very large mouth and two upright ears. It looked adorable.
"Buuurp~" It let out a long, satisfied belch.
The Church of the Dark Night man's eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief:
"It... it actually ate my bomb!"
"It's my Power of God. I named it Wangcai. Never mind your one little bomb-it could swallow even you whole." The old man held his hands behind his back. "Wangcai has eaten all the bombs now. You have no bargaining chips left."
"Damn it!" The Church of the Dark Night man's hair bristled with rage. He gritted his teeth and glared at the old man. "You old bastard, how dare you ruin the Church of the Dark Night's plans? I'll kill you!"
Watching the middle-aged man charge at him, the old man kept his hands behind his back, smiling all the while.
"Commendable courage!"
The moment the words left his mouth, a fierce wind suddenly burst from the old man, and he shot forward like a cannonball.
He raised his right hand high, slammed it onto the Church of the Dark Night man's face, and pressed down hard.
Bang!
A withered hand pinned the Church of the Dark Night man's face, pressing his entire body into the ground with a tremendous crash.
By the time the old man moved his hand away, the Church of the Dark Night man's face was mangled beyond recognition.
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.
"Th-th-this..." Zhang Hongji was too shocked to speak.
Everyone was too shocked to speak.
As they remembered it, this old man spent all day holed up in the security room, cracking sunflower seeds, watching television, and eating peanuts after picking at his feet.
Yet now he had displayed such astonishing strength!
With strength like that, he would definitely rank among the top three fighters in all of present-day Jiang City!
"If I hadn't gotten an upset stomach and gone to the bathroom, the lot of you wouldn't have had a chance to even step through the gate."
The old man clapped his hands, walked over to Duan Ming, and glanced down at his left hand. "You have anesthetic in your body right now."
Duan Ming was stunned.
How did the old man know he had been drugged with anesthetic?
Could it be that he had been watching from the shadows the whole time Duan Ming fought the long-haired woman?
He nodded.
By now, his entire left hand was almost completely numb.
"Wangcai, come here."
The old man beckoned.
The white, puppy-like creature bounded over to the old man in a few leaps.
"Hold out your hand. It'll suck all the anesthetic out of your body for you."
Duan Ming held out his hand, half skeptical.
Watching the creature, whatever it was, close its mouth around his wound, he felt nothing about it seemed out of place.
After a long while, feeling returned to his hand, and his wrist was covered in the thing's saliva.
"He just ate a bomb. Will he be all right?" Duan Ming stared curiously at the little fellow on the old man's shoulder.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine."
The old man stroked the little fellow on his shoulder. "Go back."
The little fellow licked the old man's face, then suddenly vanished.
The old man adjusted the security cap on his head and coughed. "All right, there's no danger anymore. Everyone, go back."
The remaining people looked at one another as the old man from the security room walked away, humming a tune.
"Is anyone hurt?"
Peng Sisi came over to check everyone's injuries.
Zhang Hongji hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Duan Ming. "Are you all right?"
Duan Ming shook his head and deactivated his Power of God. The demon blade in his hand vanished into thin air.
"I've discovered your secret." Zhang Hongji wore a perfectly serious expression.
Duan Ming looked down at his wrists.
He recalled that Zhang Hongji's Power of God could detect everything within five hundred meters.
It seemed Zhang Hongji had seen his fight with the long-haired woman with perfect clarity.
"So, how about joining our Demon-Slaying Alliance? With your abilities, you'll definitely be the alliance leader in three years!" Zhang Hongji draped a hand over Duan Ming's shoulder, trying to get closer to him.
"Forget it. I think things are pretty good as they are."
"If you don't join the Demon-Slaying Alliance, what are you going to do? Start your machete class?"
"Machete class? That sounds pretty good too."
Black lines appeared on Zhang Hongji's forehead.
Not far away, the president of the Heaven and Earth Society saw the two of them talking and hurried over, afraid that if he were a step too slow, Duan Ming would become a member of the Demon-Slaying Alliance.
"There's nothing good about the Demon-Slaying Alliance. Come join our Heaven and Earth Society. We have lots of beauties." The man held out his hand to Duan Ming. "I'm Meng Jie, class monitor of year four, class two, and president of the Heaven and Earth Society."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? You're using a beauty trap?"
Somewhat displeased, Zhang Hongji stepped in front of Duan Ming.
"Who says I can't use a beauty trap?" Meng Jie fixed Zhang Hongji with a predatory stare. "If you don't like it, hit me."
The two of them had worked together so well just moments ago.
But now they were like sworn enemies.
"Here we go. They're at it again."
Several boys watching nearby shook their heads helplessly.
"Are they going to start fighting?"
"Hard to say."
"Your face is swollen like a pig's head right now. If I hit you, I'm afraid people would say it wasn't a fair victory!" Zhang Hongji snorted. "Hurry up and go find comfort in your girlfriend's arms. Stop trying to steal him from me."
"Hahaha, you're going to make me laugh my molars out. Could it be you're jealous?" Meng Jie said with his arms crossed.
"Jealous? That's hilarious. What do I have to be jealous of?"
"Jealous that I have a girlfriend and you don't, you single dog."
The people around them were eagerly eating up the drama.
"Damn, that magic attack landed a critical hit with every word! Every sentence pierced straight through the heart!"
But Zhang Hongji wasn't angered. He couldn't help laughing. "A girlfriend? What would I want one of those for?"
While the two of them were trading verbal blows, Duan Ming had already walked away.
In the infirmary, Duan Ming watched a female doctor putting away medical instruments.
His mood rose and fell in "surging waves"!
Beside him, Fang Cheng lay on a bed with one hand wrapped in bandages. He said to Duan Ming in a low voice, "My nanny's are even bigger than hers!"
"Bigger? What's bigger?"
The female doctor turned around and looked at Fang Cheng.
In a flash,
Fang Cheng's face turned into a monkey's butt.