The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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(Oh! It's a man!)

"Who is it? Sir!"

(Quickly call for help! Call the teacher!) In an instant, the entire bathroom was filled with panic and commotion.

Several girls who had just finished tidying their clothes rushed out of the cubicle. When they saw Wang Meng, who looked young, standing there, the color drained from their faces, replaced by extreme fear and shame.

They instinctively covered their skirts or chests with their hands, as if Wang Meng's gaze itself was an invasion, and then screamed and rushed out, trying to escape the "contaminated" toilet.

Faced with this uproar, Wang Meng's expression was somewhat strange.

I even found it a little funny.

He looked around at everything that was both familiar and strange.

"Is this so-called blessed land... really entering another world?"

Looking at the panicked girls before him, Wang Meng couldn't help but smile: "A girls' school... Japanese-style architecture... and these girls are even speaking Japanese... It seems this blessed land isn't some ancient ruin, but rather..."

Just as his thoughts turned to this point, a gleam suddenly appeared before his eyes.

【Ding! 】

A series of brilliant words.

Like a brand, it suddenly appeared in his field of vision!

【Ding! 】

[Change detected!]

[Urgent Mission Issued: Find the Source of the Crisis]

[Mission Description: This world is being ravaged by a mysterious virus, and those infected will lose their minds and turn into bloodthirsty monsters.]

The host must locate and destroy the source of the virus within 72 hours.

[Completion Reward: Obtain the new title – “Moonlight Spring”!]

[Failure Penalty: All title abilities will be stripped from the body, the body will degenerate to a mortal state, and the individual will be infected by a virus and turned into a zombie.]

[Mission Time Limit: 71 hours 59 minutes 59 seconds]

"Another... real-world mission."

"Virus, zombies, source, destruction... Interesting."

"Seventy-two hours, that's three days... That's a tight schedule!"

He ignored the chirping sparrows and walked outside.

However, when he stepped out of the women's restroom, he found that the corridor outside was completely blocked.

A dozen or so girls dressed in various kimonos surrounded him, forming a human wall.

There wasn't a single boy in sight.

The entire corridor has been completely cleared out!

All that remained were those fierce and menacing faces!

Although they all wore expressions of anger.

Surprisingly, no one retreated. Instead, they fixed their gazes on him with a judgmental look.

The crowd parted automatically to make way, and a figure slowly walked out, exuding an aura of authority that was completely different from everyone else around him.

She was a tall, slender girl dressed in a standard navy blue kendo uniform. The wide kendo skirt swayed slightly with her steps, making her look dashing and heroic.

She wasn't carrying a bamboo sword, but her upright posture and sharp eyes were more intimidating than any weapon.

Her long, glossy purple hair was tied up in a high ponytail.

A few strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, adding a touch of dynamism to her slightly serious but pretty face.

"asshole!"

The girl's voice was clear and powerful, carrying an undeniable rebuke.

"Sneaking into the women's restroom? You deserve to die a thousand times over!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng simply used his deep, all-seeing eyes to examine the swordswoman in front of him with great interest!

He could sense a faint fluctuation of true energy flowing within the girl's body.

However, their physical strength and reaction speed far exceed those of ordinary people.

By the standards of his world, this girl's strength was in no way inferior to those martial artists who had been immersed in martial arts for decades.

But it only refers to physical strength.

It's not the internal energy within the body!

...Is it a difference in physical constitution?

interesting!

The thought flashed through Wang Meng's mind, and the smile on his lips deepened.

It was a predatory smile, like someone discovering a new and exciting toy.

To the kendo girl, his smile was undoubtedly the epitome of contempt and provocation.

The girl's already cold and pretty face was instantly covered with a layer of frost.

Without another word, she suddenly slumped down and stomped her right foot heavily on the clean floor!

"clatter!"

With a loud bang, she shot forward like an arrow, instantly appearing in front of Wang Meng!

It was so fast that it even created a clearly visible airflow!

"Tianchu!"

With a delicate shout, the girl's long and powerful right leg, carrying an incomparably sharp wind, slashed upwards like a battle axe!

This was a swift and powerful high side kick, aimed directly at Wang Meng's temple!

This kick was perfect in terms of speed, power, and angle.

The air was kicked out with a sharp "whoosh," and the wide kendo skirt drew a beautiful fan shape in the air. Beneath the skirt, the girl's muscular calves, encased in white stockings, were slightly taut, exuding an explosive beauty.

The surrounding girls gasped in surprise. They were all clearly confident in the purple-haired girl's strength, as if they could already foresee the scene of this hateful "thug" being kicked away.

However, faced with this thunderous blow that could break a steel plate, Wang Meng's reaction was shockingly calm.

He didn't even move an inch.

Just as that slender ankle encased in a white sock was about to strike his head, Wang Meng casually and slowly raised his left hand.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no explosive sound of clashing energies.

There was only one faint, almost inaudible "snap".

Wang Meng's hand, now white and delicate, grasped the girl's unstoppable ankle with incredible speed and ease.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The kendo girl's explosive body was frozen in mid-air in a difficult high-knee pose.

All her kinetic energy, enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, vanished without a trace the moment it touched Wang Meng's palm, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

Everyone's breathing stopped at this moment.

The expected scene of the "thug" being kicked away did not occur. Instead, this extremely bizarre and visually striking scene appeared.

The expression on the kendo girl's face changed instantly from extreme anger and confidence to astonishment, then disbelief, and finally to a blank look of shock.

She could clearly feel that her ankle was being tightly gripped by a seemingly slender but steel-like giant clamp, and no matter how much she exerted her strength, she could not break free even a fraction of an inch.

What came from that hand was not brute force, but an absolute power she had never felt before, like an abyss that devoured everything.

Wang Meng held her ankle, and even had the leisure to gently touch the warm and delicate skin on the inside of her ankle with his thumb.

His gaze followed the curve of the girl's sturdy legs encased in white stockings, slowly moving upwards until it finally landed on her pretty face, which appeared somewhat dazed from shock. The playful smile on his lips grew even stronger.

Within his pupils, as his true energy surged, blue light gathered above his eyeballs.

The divine light was awe-inspiring!

"Not bad."

Wang Meng, in his clear, youthful voice, offered a critique: "Unfortunately, it's not enough."

The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

However, even more impactful than this absolute dominance in power was the girl's current state.

That high side kick lifted the hem of her wide, dark blue kendo skirt, making it look like a blooming trumpet flower.

But beneath these blooming "flowers" lies a heart-stopping, naked truth.

She wasn't wearing underwear!

Yes, beneath that wide skirt was a completely unprotected, bare area.

In the center of that deepest, most private, snow-white territory, a delicate, soft fold, like a newly blossoming flower bud, tightly closed.

That should have been a flawless, inviolable sacred realm.

Only at that highest point where they converge.

A sliver of light, like morning dew, reflected a glistening dampness that shouldn't exist.

This fleeting glimpse of a scene, both pure and decadent, both sacred and licentious, seemed like a secret deliberately guarded yet yearning to be discovered, silently revealing the hidden, surging desires beneath the owner's cold exterior.

Such a beautiful view is enjoyed by Wang Meng alone.

Or rather, only he, and only he, had the right to "appreciate" it so closely and without restraint.

His gaze was like the sharpest scalpel.

Wang Meng's gaze was firmly fixed on the secluded valley that had fallen due to trembling.

He could even see that the entrance to the secret realm seemed to have its own breath.

Every barely perceptible tremor would quietly seep out a brighter, hotter spring from the deepest core.