125: Chapter 125 Mutual Destruction

Listening to these hair-raising conversations,

the remaining few cultists completely broke down.

Was this really Tianjiao Camp, or a slaughterhouse?

Who was the real evil cult here?

Wang Gang stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching the subordinates he had painstakingly nurtured being slaughtered like pigs; his body trembled violently.

It wasn't out of fear.

It was because of anger—extreme, absolute anger.

"Useless!"

"You're all a bunch of useless trash!"

He roared, wanting to rush over and break the siege.

But a golden figure remained blocking his path. Lin Fan stood with his arms crossed, looking at him with a playful expression.

"Supervisor Wang, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

"Our accounts haven't been settled yet."

"Look at how motivated my employees are."

"This is all thanks to your generous gift."

Lin Fan pointed at the students who had already gone into a killing frenzy.

He was destroying his heart after defeating him.

Wang Gang felt like his heart was about to explode.

He had planned this for so long, spent countless resources, and even risked exposing his identity—all just to give this kid money?

To give him experience? And even help him train his troops?

Pfft!

A mouthful of dark, stagnant blood sprayed from Wang Gang's mouth.

His aura instantly withered significantly.

That was an internal injury caused by sheer rage.

"Lin Fan!"

"I want you dead!"

Wang Gang frantically swung his remaining intact left arm, trying to break through Lin Fan's defense.

But Lin Fan was like an insurmountable mountain.

No matter how he attacked, he couldn't budge him an inch.

Instead, Lin Fan would land a kick every now and then, sending him stumbling back repeatedly.

Every time he retreated, a deep footprint was left on his hardened Demonic Ape Body.

Despair.

An unprecedented feeling of despair began to spread through Wang Gang's heart.

He had lost.

He had lost completely. Not only had he failed to get revenge, but he had also become a stepping stone for this kid.

He couldn't accept it!

"Aaaaaah!"

Wang Gang let out a desperate howl.

He watched as his last subordinate was cleaved in half by Iron Pillar Zhao's axe.

In the entire banquet hall, aside from the corpses and blood covering the floor,

only that group of murderous, greedy-eyed students remained.

They were cleaning up the battlefield, skillfully looting valuables from the corpses, and even discussing what grade of blind box each corpse could be turned into.

This scene

deeply stung Wang Gang's nerves.

Since he couldn't win and couldn't live, then they would all die together!

The red light in Wang Gang's eyes suddenly stopped flickering.

In its place

was a dead, silent madness.

It was the madness of a gambler who had lost everything and wanted to drag the whole world down with him.

"Hehe."

"Hehehehe..."

Wang Gang suddenly started laughing.

The laughter was low and raspy.

In this blood-soaked hall, it sounded exceptionally eerie.

Lin Fan's brow furrowed slightly.

Instinctively, he sensed something was wrong.

Was this old dog about to leap over the wall in desperation?

"Lin Fan."

"Do you think you've won?"

Wang Gang looked up.

On that blood-covered ape face, a smile twisted to the extreme appeared.

"You are indeed very smart."

"And very strong."

"But."

"In the end, you're still too green."

"Did you think that I only prepared these few tricks for today?"

As Wang Gang spoke,

he slowly reached his intact left hand into his shredded pants pocket.

Lin Fan's eyes instantly narrowed.

He activated Eye of True Sight to its full potential.

His vision pierced through Wang Gang's palm,

through the fabric.

He saw a red object—it was a small remote control with only one button.

And from the signal terminal of that remote, countless red dotted lines extended underground, reaching deep into the foundation of the entire cafeteria.

There,

hundreds of black cylinders were buried in a dense cluster.

[Item: High-Energy Spiritual Power Explosives (Military Grade)]

[Yield: Each one is sufficient to destroy a ten-story building.]

[Quantity: 300 units.]

[Status: Awaiting activation.]

Lin Fan's pupils constricted sharply.

This lunatic—he actually buried explosives under the cafeteria!

And with such a massive yield, if they exploded,

forget this banquet hall, everything within a one-kilometer radius would be leveled to the ground.

Even if he could withstand it with his Indestructible Golden Body,

the hundred-plus students here would surely be blown to smithereens.

This was Wang Gang's true final trump card—the card to perish together.

"Everyone, stop!"

Lin Fan suddenly roared, his voice infused with spiritual power, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The students, who were joyfully looting spoils of war, were startled.

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at Lin Fan in confusion.

"Brother Fan, what's wrong?"

"Are there more enemies?"

Qin Feng asked doubtfully, holding his still-dripping broadsword.

Lin Fan didn't answer; his gaze was deathly locked onto Wang Gang's left hand.

Every muscle in his body was tensed to the limit.

"It seems you've realized."

Seeing Lin Fan's solemn expression, the smile on Wang Gang's face grew even more brilliant.

He slowly pulled his hand out.

The red remote control was thus exposed to everyone's sight.

"Let me introduce this."

"This is the final fireworks display I've prepared for everyone."

Wang Gang held up the remote as if showing off a rare treasure.

"Beneath us,"

"three hundred tons of high-energy explosives are buried."

"With just a gentle press from me,"

"BOOM!"

He made an explosion gesture, making an exaggerated sound effect with his mouth.

"All of us"

"will turn into the most brilliant fireworks in the sky."

"How about it?"

"Isn't it a surprise?"

Wang Gang laughed wildly, his laughter filled with the pleasure of revenge.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The students' faces instantly turned as pale as paper, and the excitement from killing enemies just now vanished in an instant.

In its place was deep terror.

Explosives? Perishing together?

This lunatic really didn't want to live anymore!

"Wang Gang! You wouldn't dare!"

Qin Feng's eyes nearly split from rage as he wanted to rush forward to snatch the remote.

"Don't move!"

Wang Gang's thumb was pressed against that red button.

With just a little force, everything would end.

"Take one more step, and we all die together!"

Qin Feng stopped dead in his tracks.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Everyone was frozen in place, as if a binding spell had been cast on them.

The atmosphere in the entire banquet hall was oppressive to the extreme, with only Wang Gang's heavy breathing echoing.

"Lin Fan."

"Aren't you very good at fighting?"

"Aren't you very good at scheming?"

"Now,"

"try scheming your way out of this!"

Wang Gang stared fixedly at Lin Fan.

He was waiting—waiting for Lin Fan to show an expression of terror and beg for mercy; that was his final wish before death.

However,

he was disappointed.

Lin Fan still stood there. Although the playfulness from before was gone, there was absolutely no fear.

In fact,

there was even a hint of... pity in his eyes?

"Supervisor Wang."

Lin Fan sighed

and spoke slowly.

"Why must you do this?"

"Isn't it better to stay alive?"

"You just had to make things so ugly."

"Alive?"

Wang Gang acted as if he had heard the world's biggest joke.

"Teng'er is dead, my home is gone! I've even turned into this monstrous shape!"

"What meaning is there in living!"

"Only dragging you all down with me to die is my greatest liberation!"

"Go to hell!"

Wang Gang stopped talking.

A look of resolution flashed in his eyes as he slammed his thumb down hard on the red button.

"No!"

"It's over!"

The students closed their eyes in despair,

waiting for death to arrive.

However,

one second passed, two seconds passed, and the expected explosion did not occur.

There was no fire,

no thunderous roar,

not even the slightest vibration.

The banquet hall remained terrifyingly quiet.

"Huh?"

Wang Gang was stunned.

He pressed the button repeatedly with force.

Click. Click.

The button made crisp clicking sounds.

But there was no reaction at all.

"This... how is this possible..."

Wang Gang panicked.

He frantically pressed the remote control.

Once, twice, ten times.

But the red indicator light never lit up, and the explosives underground remained dormant.

"What's going on!"

"Why won't it explode!"

"Why!"

Wang Gang roared like a helpless child.

He couldn't accept this reality.

This was a military-grade detonator; how could it fail at the critical moment!

"Um..."

At that moment, Lin Fan's lazy voice rang out again, tinged with mockery.

"Supervisor Wang."

"Is there a possibility"

"that you just don't have a signal?"