122: Chapter 122 Who Cuckolded Whom?

*Burp~*

“Supervisor, this raw liquid really packs a punch.”

“Drinking it feels warm and cozy, like returning to a mother's embrace.”

“It's a pity my old classmate Wang Teng doesn't have this good fortune.”

Lin Fan sighed, his tone filled with a tooth-aching sense of regret.

“If he could have had a sip of this special drink, maybe back on the arena stage, he could have lasted one more punch against me.”

The name 'Wang Teng' was like a red-hot branding iron, searing ruthlessly into Wang Gang's already stretched-to-the-limit nerves.

Boom!

At that moment, the mask of elegance on Wang Gang's body shattered completely.

A tyrannical, cold, and bloody terrifying aura erupted from within him without reservation.

That was not an aura a human should possess.

It was the roar of a wild beast.

“Little bastard, you're looking for death!”

Crack!

The red wine glass in Wang Gang's hand was crushed by sheer force.

This was the signal.

The dozen or so 'Ministry of Education staff' who had been standing around the banquet hall with lowered eyes, serving wine and food to the students, froze in unison the moment they heard the glass shatter.

The next second.

*Rip!*

The sound of tearing cloth rang out in a chorus.

They ripped off their uniforms and even tore away the human skin disguises on their faces.

They revealed faces covered in tattoos, hideous and terrifying.

On everyone's neck was tattooed a blood-colored beast-head totem.

A stench of exotic beasts so thick it was nauseating instantly replaced the aroma of food, filling the entire hall.

“Beast God Cult!”

“It's the scum of the Beast God Cult!”

In the crowd, a well-informed student screamed out in terror.

Hum!

At the same time, countless dark red formation lines suddenly lit up on the floor-to-ceiling windows and walls surrounding the banquet hall.

A thick blood-colored light curtain rose instantly, completely sealing off the entire banquet hall.

Outside sounds, light, and even spiritual energy were completely cut off.

Like catching a turtle in a jar.

“Everyone don't panic, form a formation!”

“There are so many of us, why should we fear a few cultists!”

Iron Pillar Zhao roared, attempting to circulate his spiritual power to summon his armor.

However.

The moment he tried to mobilize his spiritual sea, a strong sense of dizziness struck him violently.

The spiritual power that used to be as easy to use as his own limbs was now like a pool of stagnant water, refusing to budge no matter how he tried to urge it.

Not just the spiritual power.

Even the muscles and bones throughout his body became limp and powerless at this moment.

Following that.

Thud, thud, thud.

It was like a row of falling dominoes.

One after another, the over one hundred genius students in the banquet hall collapsed limply to the ground.

Panic, despair, and disbelief spread through the crowd.

“My spiritual power... it's gone...”

“What's going on? I can't stand up!”

“It was the food and wine just now! And that bottle of spiritual marrow!”

The students' faces turned pale as they finally realized this was a complete 'Hongmen Banquet' trap.

The so-called Ministry of Education Supervisor, the so-called oath-taking banquet, was from start to finish a death trap aimed at the Tianjiao Camp.

“Wang Gang! You are a national Supervisor, and you actually colluded with the Beast God Cult!”

Qin Feng lay paralyzed in his chair, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at Wang Gang not far away, wishing he could eat his flesh raw.

He never imagined that a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Education would actually be a Traitor to humanity!

“The nation?”

Wang Gang let out a burst of neurotic, wild laughter, his voice sharp and piercing.

“As long as I can kill you so-called hopes, as long as I can avenge my Teng'er, what does it matter if I betray the nation or even sell my soul to the devil!”

At this moment, Wang Gang no longer looked like his former self.

His eyes were bloodshot and had turned into vertical pupils, and the skin on his face began to crack, revealing black scales underneath.

The pressure of a Grandmaster Level Expert mixed with bestial madness made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Boom! Boom!

Just then, a violent booming sound came from outside the tightly closed doors of the banquet hall.

It was the sound of Instructor Lei Zhan's angry roars and spiritual power impacts.

“Wang Gang! If you dare touch a single hair on my students' heads, I'll skin you alive!”

Clearly, Lei Zhan outside had noticed something was wrong and was frantically trying to break the formation.

However.

Wang Gang only glanced contemptuously toward the door.

“It's useless.”

“The two outside are 'death soldiers' meticulously trained by our Sacred Cult. Two Grandmaster Level Experts, even if they have to burn their lives, it's enough to stall Lei Zhan for half an hour.”

“Half an hour...”

Wang Gang turned his head, his murderous vertical pupils locking onto the only person still standing in the hall, Lin Fan.

“Is enough for me to tear you into ten thousand pieces and turn this place into a living hell.”

Despair.

Complete despair shrouded the hearts of all the students.

The instructor couldn't get in, their spiritual power was sealed, and they were facing over a dozen Beast God Cult thugs and a Grandmaster Level madman.

They were like lambs to the slaughter.

Only Lin Fan.

He still stood there.

Facing his classmates who had collapsed all around him and the murderous cultists, not a trace of fear could be seen on his face.

In fact, he even looked like he wanted to laugh a little.

“This is your trump card?”

Lin Fan casually tossed the medicine bottle onto the ground, making a crisp sound.

“Poisoning, plus a dozen or so small fry, and then closing the door to beat the dogs?”

“Supervisor, oh wait, Deacon Wang.”

As Lin Fan spoke, he cracked his neck, making a series of popping sounds.

The [Immune to All Poisons Body] within him was operating frantically. This bit of poison was truly just a supplement to him.

“Still acting tough when death is at your door!”

Seeing Lin Fan's calm and composed manner, the fire of anger in Wang Gang's heart erupted completely.

What he hated most was this look of Lin Fan's, as if he were in control of everything.

He was clearly an ant with no background, so why was he so arrogant!

“Get him! Break his limbs first, I want him alive!”

Wang Gang waved his hand.

The dozen or so Beast God cultists surrounded him with sinister grins.

Although they weren't Grandmasters, they were high-level Martial Master experts. Dealing with a 'poisoned' student was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

“Kid, in your next life, remember to keep your eyes open...”

A cultist with a scorpion tattooed on his face rushed forward first, the dagger in his hand glowing blue as he stabbed straight for Lin Fan's thigh.

However.

Before he could finish his sentence, his vision suddenly blurred.

The youth who was supposed to be 'poisoned and limp' suddenly disappeared.

Next.

A fair and slender hand appeared without warning at his throat.

Crack.

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

The cultist didn't even have time to scream before his neck was snapped by sheer force, his head drooping at a bizarre angle.

The corpse slumped to the ground.

Lin Fan stood by the corpse, shaking his hand in disgust as if he had touched something filthy.

“Too slow.”

“These are the elites of the Beast God Cult? They're not even as good as the old ladies dancing in the square.”

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The students who were expecting to see Lin Fan brutally killed now had their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost.

An instant kill?

While poisoned, he killed a high-level Martial Master in one move?

How is this possible!

“You weren't poisoned?”

Wang Gang's pupils contracted sharply, and the scales on his face trembled violently from shock.

He had absolute confidence in the poison he had brought.

Even a Grandmaster should have turned into a pile of mush after drinking that much raw liquid.

What kind of monster was this kid!

“Poison?”

Lin Fan shrugged.

Wang Gang felt like his lungs were about to burst with anger.

All his planning, all his endurance, was like a ridiculous joke in front of this youth.

“Good! Very good!”

“Since poison can't kill you, then I will personally crush you to death!”

Roar!

Wang Gang tilted his head back and let out an inhuman roar.

The Mao suit on his body shattered completely.

His slightly chubby frame began to expand rapidly, with blocks of black muscle bulging like hard granite.

The most terrifying part was his right arm.

That arm instantly tripled in size, covered in thick black scales, his fingers transforming into sharp beast claws, the tips flashing with a metallic chill.

Beastification!

This was a unique ability of the Beast God Cult's upper echelons. By transplanting the genes of high-level exotic beasts, they obtained terrifying power far beyond the human body.

At this moment, although Wang Gang's realm was still Grandmaster, his physical strength was already comparable to an S-class exotic beast!

“Lin Fan!”

“You killed my son Wang Teng and destroyed my Wang family's foundation!”

“Today, I will carve the flesh off your body piece by piece to sacrifice to Teng'er's spirit in heaven!”

Wang Gang walked toward Lin Fan step by step.

With every step, the marble floor beneath his feet shattered into pieces.

The terrifying killing intent was almost tangible, making the students collapsed on the ground tremble, finding it difficult even to breathe.

This was the true wrath of a Grandmaster.

No one believed Lin Fan could withstand this attack.

No matter how amazing his performance just now, in the face of absolute power, there was only a path to death.

Qin Feng closed his eyes in despair.

It's over.

Everything is over.

However.

Facing this beast ready to devour him.

Lin Fan not only didn't retreat but instead made a move that no one expected.

He slowly and methodically pulled his phone out of his pants pocket.

He turned on the camera.

He pointed it right at the berserk Wang Gang.

“Wait.”

Lin Fan reached out a hand, making a 'pause' gesture.

His expression was serious and earnest, as if he were conducting an academic discussion.

“Before we fight, I have a very important ethical question I'd like to ask Supervisor Wang.”

Wang Gang, who was about to launch a thunderous strike, was taken aback by this sudden action.

He subconsciously stopped his advance.

What trick was this kid playing now?

Stalling for time? Begging for mercy?

Lin Fan looked at Wang Gang through the lens, then at Wang Gang's hideous beast arm, and asked thoughtfully:

“Just now you kept saying that Wang Teng is your son.”

“And looking at your appearance, you do indeed look seventy or eighty percent like that unlucky classmate Wang Teng.”

“But as far as I know, the father on Wang Teng's household register seems to be the head of the Jianghai City Wang family, Wang Tianba, right?”

Lin Fan paused, his eyes showing a perfectly timed hint of confusion and gossip.

“So...”

“Did Wang Tianba cuckold you, or did you cuckold Wang Tianba?”