Chapter 89: The Ultimate Sword Skill!
This sentence smashed Meng Chao's extravagant hopes and persistence like a hammer.
He vaguely knew the difference between "elite citizens" and "heroic citizens".
It's not speed, punching power, IQ, realm, extraordinary skills, magnetic field, magnetic rotation force... these are quantifiable things.
It was a kind of determination that was unshakable and unbreakable.
He knew that he couldn't convince Principal Sun.
He also sensed pairs of greedy and fearful eyes in the darkness.
The wolves didn't run far.
The wolf king was spying on them nearby, sticking out his barbed tongue, licking his sharp fangs, and a greedy light gleaming from his one eye.
However, he was suppressed by Principal Sun's spiritual flame and dared not go beyond the line.
Meng Chao stopped trying to persuade him, but knelt on one knee in front of the old principal and helped him treat his wound.
There's actually nothing to deal with.
The old principal's blood had almost dried up.
The withered meridians and dried up internal organs also served as fuel, making the last flame of his life even stronger, like a fearless young boy.
Meng Chao devoured the wolf's blood and flesh in big gulps, and had never been so eager for the dawn.
Time passed minute by minute. Under the protection of Principal Sun, the candidates sat in meditation, entered deep meditation, and recovered one after another.
Principal Sun became increasingly weaker, his heartbeat and breathing became increasingly rapid, and the light in his eyes became increasingly disordered.
However, whenever the monsters' tentative howls came from not far away and the wolves were ready to move, the old principal would grit his teeth, squeeze out the last bit of strength from the depths of his cells and soul, and let the "Demon Pestle" release the golden blade to shock the evil spirits in the darkness.
He persisted for half an hour.
It was not until a fiery red glow appeared on the horizon and the golden dawn finally arrived that the old man groaned and fell backwards.
When Meng Chao hugged him, he found that his body was cold but his arms were hot, as if all his vitality was poured into these two "demon-subduing pestles".
The old principal lay in the student's arms and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
As if to say, "I'm sorry, the old man can't hold on any longer."
The bright light in his eyes quickly dissipated, just like the stars dimming one by one.
Every time he inhaled, a wound would open and more blood would flow.
And every time I exhale with difficulty, clouds of pink foam will gush out of my nasal cavity.
Meng Chao didn't take the first aid kit.
He understood that the old principal's life had been exhausted, just like a huge tree struck by lightning, which instantly transformed the energy accumulated over a hundred years into a blazing heavenly fire, illuminating the entire wilderness of darkness and blood.
"Student Meng Chao..."
On his deathbed, Principal Sun stared fixedly at the sky above the dark clouds and the blood moon. His sight seemed to penetrate the sea of stars, and see very far away places and very far away times.
"Do you think that Dragon City in the future will be as prosperous as it is today?"
The old principal finally retracted his gaze, looked at the students with a smile, and asked this question somewhat abruptly.
Meng Chao was slightly stunned.
I don’t know whether Principal Sun mentioned it casually or had some hidden meaning.
He said in a low but firm voice: "Principal Sun, don't worry, the future Dragon City will definitely be more prosperous than it is today!"
A ray of hope flashed in the depths of Principal Sun’s gradually dimming eyes.
"So, can the children of the future live a happier life than today, without having to worry about being in danger of being eaten by monsters at any minute?"
The old man asked again, his face full of expectation.
Meng Chao hesitated for a long time, then nodded heavily: "Yes, the children in the future will definitely be happier than today!"
"That's good."
Principal Sun murmured, the dimmer his eyes became, the brighter his smile became, "So, in the future, we conquered the alien world and returned to Earth?"
Seeing the old man's face full of the expression of a child expecting a lollipop, Meng Chao couldn't continue making up stories. He said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Principal Sun. I, I don't know if we can conquer the other world in the future. We..."
What could he say? Did he have a nightmare in which the Dragon City would be destroyed at the end of the world?
Or make up a fancy lie about how Long Cheng swept through thousands of enemies and was so powerful?
Meng Chao couldn't say anything as he was overwhelmed by a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Silly boy……"
Principal Sun laughed in silence, and placed his burning hand gently on his shoulder. The spiritual patterns on his arm shone one by one, and the last "spiritual magnetic rotation power" was branded deep into the student's right arm. "It doesn't matter if we can't conquer the other world, as long as..."
His voice gradually faded away.
Like a candle in the wind, it can go out at any time.
Meng Chao put his ear close to the old principal's chest and heard the vibration coming from his chest: "Just don't be conquered by the other world."
When I looked up, the old principal's smile had frozen.
Meng Chao tightly grasped the old principal's burning hand and remained silent for a long time.
The Blood Moon Wolf King appeared again.
Almost at the moment when Principal Sun stopped breathing, the smell of blood in the air became strong.
The howling of gloating wolves was heard from deep in the jungle, and the beasts did not hide their hungry and bloodshot eyes.
Principal Sun was right. The wolves were roaming around and had not left for even half a second.
If he had not continued to burn his life, turning into a torch and illuminating a small area of light, Meng Chao and others would never have survived until the dawn.
Even now, Principal Sun's flesh and blood body has stopped functioning, but his strongest spirit is still like a volcanic eruption, impacting the magnetic field of the entire planet and stirring the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, turning into star-like lights.
This light is like an invisible barrier, separating humans and monsters.
Under the illumination of human spirit, the Blood Moon Wolf King curled up, lay dormant, and hesitated.
This beast knows that Principal Sun is dead.
But it clearly sensed that the dead Principal Sun was still filled, gushing, and erupting with a power that made it feel deeply awed.
Just like the pair of powerful "demon-subduing pestles", they were still swinging left and right, hitting its head fiercely.
The Blood Moon Wolf King was also seriously injured at this moment.
The dagger stuck in the cervical vertebrae touched its spinal cord, causing it to stagger and limp.
The left side of the skull was deeply sunken, and the huge pressure of the brain bleeding caused strands of blood mixed with broken bones to spurt out continuously.
His left eyeball had completely bulged out, drooping outside the eye socket like a rotten grape, connected to it by a pitiful nerve cord. Every time he shook his head, it brought him excruciating pain.
The severe pain made it angry and frightened. It was unsure whether to retreat in disgrace, lose its prestige and status as the wolf king, or to rush forward regardless of everything, tear out the throats of all humans, dig out their eyeballs, and let them have a taste of themselves.
Yes, that terrible old man is dead.
But the spiritual flames that surged out from the depths of his brain spread to the younger human who was holding him, causing the young man to also burn and emit the same, increasingly terrifying aura.
Wolf King Wang Mengchao let out a shrill howl, and his remaining right eye released a light that was both ferocious and cunning.
It waved its paw in the direction of the city.
It seemed to be saying, "Run, put down this damned corpse, run back to your shining nest, and I will spare your life!"
Meng Chao understood what the Blood Moon Wolf King meant.
Indeed, the number of wolves has been greatly reduced now, and almost all the Blood Moon Demon Wolves are covered with wounds.
It is impossible for the wolf king to launch a large-scale hunt and kill all humans.
But it urgently needs more bloody and cruel killings to restore its authority and maintain its position as leader.
It was afraid and didn't want to take on Meng Chao, a tough nut to crack. It just wanted to kill a few candidates and then escape back to its nest to recuperate.
If Meng Chao turned around and ran away, he would most likely survive.
The bottom line of the "Blood Moon Killer" mission is to escape from the siege of wolves.
As long as you keep your life, you can get 5,000 contribution points.
With his score, it will be no problem for him to get into undergraduate school. Even if it is not a top major in a top university, he can use contribution points to increase his learning efficiency to the extreme. As long as he has enough training resources, he can soar into any major even if he agrees to be adjusted.
Running away seems to be the most rational choice.
But……
For human beings, there are things that, even though they know they will die, they are still willing to risk everything and do things even if it means they will be torn to pieces, right?
Meng Chao gently, carefully and solemnly put down the old principal's body.
The wolf king showed a smile that looked very much like a human, as if to say, "That's right, kid, that's right."
Meng Chao also smiled at it, then grabbed the sword with a rolled blade, a cracked edge, and a chainsaw-like shape.
The wolf king's smile froze, as if he had been severely whipped by humans.
"You want to let me go? But I can't let you go!"
Fuck the missions, fuck the contribution points, fuck the undergraduate degree.
At this moment, Meng Chao had only one thought in his mind.
He wanted to take over the old principal's "demon-subduing pestle" and stab the beast from its throat all the way to its ass!
"The Hundred Battles Sword Skills, the ultimate realm, charge and blast!"
During the crazy one-month sprint before the college entrance examination, Meng Chao accumulated more than 5,000 contribution points.
In the actual combat test just now, as well as in the process of encouraging and rescuing, and hunting the Blood Moon Wolf, he accumulated nearly two thousand contribution points, and his proficiency in "Hundred Battles Sword Skills" was close to "perfect level".
At this moment, without even blinking, he blasted all the contribution points into "Hundred Battles Sword Technique" in one breath.
This sword technique, which has been used by countless people in Longcheng from the past to the future to strike fiercely at snakes, insects, rats, ants, jackals, tigers, leopards, demons and monsters, has been pushed to the extreme!
What is "ultimate"?
The so-called "perfection" already represents the limit of technology. Every detail is perfect, and every movement conforms to the principles of ergonomics and life science. In theory, there is no room for improvement.
But humans have never been reasonable creatures.
All rules are meant to be broken.
While his skills have been honed to perfection, he has compressed his anger, hatred, determination to protect, belief in survival, and will for revenge into his sword and fist, and delivered a fatal blow that is completely beyond common sense.
This is the fucking ultimate!
