126: Chapter 126 Thunderous Fury

"Click, click."

Wang Gang frantically pressed the remote in his hand, but the expected explosion still didn't happen.

"Stop pressing it, save your strength."

Lin Fan casually tossed a small gadget he had been clutching in his left palm and caught it steadily.

It was a black metal cube with blue light flickering on its surface, emitting a heart-palpitating magnetic field fluctuation.

[Item: Full-Band Signal Silence Field Generator (Single-use)]

[Effect: Within a 500-meter radius of the user, shields all radio, quantum communication, and spiritual energy conduction signals.]

"Back when I entered the door, I used the Eye of True Sight to see those fluctuations underground."

As Lin Fan spoke, he carelessly tossed the metal cube to Wang Gang's feet.

The cube hit the ground with a crisp clatter.

"I have to say, Supervisor Wang, you really went all out. Three hundred tons of high-energy explosives—if they had gone off, everyone here would have indeed turned into fireworks."

"What a pity."

"Your remote is wireless."

Wang Gang stared blankly at the black cube by his feet.

At that moment, he felt like a clown stripped naked, standing under the spotlight and being mocked at will.

All his trump cards, all his schemes, all his madness.

In front of this youth, they all turned out to be nothing more than jokes that had long been seen through.

Despair.

True despair is not facing death, but being deprived of even the right to choose death.

"Argh!"

Wang Gang let out an extremely shrill scream.

There was no longer any of the previous arrogance or madness in that voice, only endless desolation and breakdown.

He slammed the remote in his hand onto the ground, fragments flying everywhere.

"Why!"

"Why is heaven doing this to me!"

"I just wanted revenge! I just wanted to avenge Wang Teng!"

Wang Gang collapsed to his knees, frantically pounding the ground with his hands, oblivious to the blood dripping from them.

At this moment, where was any of the majesty of a Grandmaster Level Expert? He was the spitting image of a gambler who had lost everything.

"Revenge?"

Lin Fan took a step forward, walking toward Wang Gang step by step.

Wang Gang felt as if his heart were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand; every beat became incredibly difficult.

He looked up in terror at the approaching figure.

"Your so-called revenge is dragging over a hundred innocent students to the grave with you?"

"Is it betraying the country that raised you to become a dog for the alien races?"

Lin Fan walked up to Wang Gang and looked down at him.

His gaze was cold, as if looking at a pile of non-recyclable trash.

"Don't make yourself sound so noble."

"You're just like Wang Teng—cowards to the core, selfish to the extreme."

"When you can't win, you use poison. When poison fails, you try to blow everyone up."

"You father and son look exactly the same when you're being pathetic."

These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Wang Gang's body trembled violently; his mouth hung open, and a wheezing sound like a bellows came from his throat, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

His psychological defense had completely collapsed.

"It's over."

Lin Fan slowly raised his right hand.

Golden light condensed in his palm, transforming into a sharp spiritual energy hand-blade.

"In your next life, reincarnate as a good person."

"If the Beast God Cult will still take you, that is."

Shua!

The golden light flashed and vanished.

The hand fell, and the blade struck.

There was no resistance, nor was there a scene of blood splashing.

Lin Fan's hand-blade sliced precisely through Wang Gang's neck.

However.

At that very instant, Lin Fan's brow furrowed sharply.

Something's wrong!

The sensation is wrong!

There was no resistance from slicing into flesh; instead, it felt like cutting through a piece of rotten wood.

Poof!

Wang Gang's head rolled to the side.

But the massive Demonic Ape body didn't fall; instead, it began to shrivel and wither at a visible rate.

Black scales peeled off, and muscles melted away.

In less than two short seconds.

The previously overwhelming Grandmaster Level Expert had actually turned into a palm-sized wooden puppet.

The puppet was extremely crude, covered in eerie runes, and had now been sliced neatly in half down the middle.

"Shit!"

Lin Fan couldn't help but curse.

After all his calculations, he hadn't expected this old geezer to have such a trick up his sleeve.

Substitute Puppet.

This was an A-rank life-saving item, worth at least fifty million, and a rare commodity that money often couldn't buy.

No wonder.

No wonder this old guy dared to cause trouble so blatantly in the Tianjiao Camp.

No wonder he dared to play the self-destruct card.

It turns out he never intended to die here from the start!

Even if the explosives had really gone off, only the students in this room would have died; he would have long since slipped away using the Substitute Puppet.

"What a cunning old bastard."

Lin Fan crushed the wooden puppet on the ground into powder with one foot.

He was absolutely fuming.

That was a Grandmaster Level head!

Even if I didn't trade it for points, it would have been top-tier material for a blind box!

Now, it's just a pile of rotten wood.

A massive loss!

"Brother Fan, this..."

Qin Feng approached with his blade, looking at the wood chips on the ground with a dazed expression.

"Where's the person?"

"Escaped."

Lin Fan said irritably.

"Escaped?"

Qin Feng's eyes widened.

"He escaped right under the noses of so many of us?"

"Is this bastard part loach?"

Just then.

Boom!

A loud bang echoed.

The heavy blast-proof door of the banquet hall finally couldn't withstand the prolonged violent bombardment and collapsed with a crash.

Dust rose everywhere.

A burly figure rushed in with the momentum of a thousand thunderclaps.

"Wang Gang! You dare touch my students!"

"I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Instructor Lei Zhan was enveloped in purple lightning, his eyes blood-red like a furious lion.

In the corridor behind him, corpses lay scattered in all directions.

Those were the two death soldiers Wang Gang had left outside to block the way; they had been torn to pieces by Lei Zhan.

Lei Zhan charged into the hall, mentally prepared to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood—a living hell.

Even...

He had already thought about how he would plead guilty to his superiors and how he would explain things to the parents of these children.

However.

When the dust cleared and he saw the scene before him.

Lei Zhan's expression, which had been distorted by rage, instantly froze.

He remained in a charging posture, skidding to a halt on the spot.

This... what's the situation?

The expected massacre hadn't happened.

Although the banquet hall was a mess and there were indeed a dozen corpses on the ground.

None of those corpses looked like students.

Each one was dressed in black robes with beast heads tattooed on their necks; they were clearly members of the Beast God Cult.

And what about the students who were supposed to have been massacred?

Right now, they were all squatting beside the corpses, lively and well, their movements so practiced it was heartbreaking.

"This blade is pretty good, C-rank alloy. It's mine!"

"Hey, hey, hey! I saw this ring first!"

"These boots are also a treasure tool. Strip them off, strip them off!"

Hearing the noise at the door, one of them looked up and gave a simple, honest smile.

"Instructor, you're here."

"Quick, come help! This guy's armor is stuck, I can't get it off!"

"..."

Lei Zhan felt like his brain couldn't keep up.

He looked at the corpses of the Beast God Cultists scattered across the floor.

Then he looked at the group of students who were cheerfully "looting the bodies."

Finally, his gaze fell on Lin Fan, who was standing in the middle of the hall with a depressed look on his face.

"Lin Fan..."

Lei Zhan swallowed, his voice a bit dry.

"You guys did all this?"

Lin Fan sighed and waved his hand somewhat listlessly.

"Instructor, you're a step too late."

"The big fish escaped; only these small fry are left."

"Might as well clean this up; even a mosquito's leg is still meat."

The corners of Lei Zhan's mouth twitched frantically.

The big fish escaped?

Small fry?

He could tell at a glance that among the dozen or so people lying on the ground, the weakest was a High-level Martial Artist, and the leader was even a Half-step Grandmaster.

A force like this would be enough to launch a terrorist attack in any small city.

And yet, here, they were just "mosquito legs"?

And looking at these students' practiced looting techniques, they didn't look like victims at all—they were more like bandits than actual bandits!

"Where's Wang Gang?"

Lei Zhan took a deep breath, forcing down his shock, and asked the most critical question.

"He used a Substitute Puppet to escape."

Lin Fan pointed at the wood chips on the ground.

"But he burned his essence blood and is heavily injured; he won't get far."

"Besides..."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

"Not only did he expose his identity this time, but he also used explosives buried under the Tianjiao Camp."

"This matter won't end so easily."

Hearing the word "explosives," Lei Zhan's face instantly turned ashen.

He quickly walked over to the broken remote and then looked at the signal jammer Lin Fan had thrown on the ground.

As a veteran of a hundred battles, he instantly understood what had just happened here.

Cold sweat.

Instantly soaked Lei Zhan's back.

If it hadn't been for Lin Fan...

If that remote had actually been triggered...

The entire Tianjiao Camp, including over a hundred of China's top geniuses from this session, would have been completely wiped off the map.

This was an attempt to sever China's roots!

"Good!"

"What a fine Ministry of Education Supervisor!"

"What a fine Beast God Cult!"

Lei Zhan laughed out of extreme anger, his laughter filled with overwhelming killing intent.

He suddenly pulled out a specialized satellite phone and dialed a red number.

That was a direct line to the military's highest command center.

The moment the call connected, Lei Zhan's roaring voice echoed throughout the hall.

"This is Lei Zhan!"

"A major terrorist attack has occurred at the Tianjiao Camp!"

"Wang Gang, a Special Grade Supervisor of the Ministry of Education, has been confirmed as a Great Deacon of the Beast God Cult."

"He attempted to blow up the Tianjiao Camp and slaughter all the trainees!"

"Requesting an immediate lockdown of the entire capital city!"

"Requesting the activation of the S-rank Purge Protocol."

"Turn the Ministry of Education upside down for me! I don't care who is involved, whose relative they are, or whose student they are!"

"Kill them all! Leave none alive!"

Following Lei Zhan's roar, a chilling aura of slaughter instantly filled the air.

Wang Gang's move this time had completely touched China's reverse scale.

A nationwide internal investigation was thus launched.