139: Chapter 139 Destroy it, this world is beyond saving!

Under the terrifying thunder pressure, Grandmaster Li Kuanglan, who was standing to the side, was faring no better.

He looked up at the black thunder dragon rolling in the sky, seemingly ready to swallow everything at any moment. His throat felt dry, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.

"Gulp."

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan swallowed hard.

In a trance, he seemed to see a door glowing with white light slowly opening deep within the pitch-black thunderclouds.

Inside the door, a kind old lady was waving at him with a smile:

"Kuanglan, come here quickly. Great-Grandmother has saved some hot dumplings for you..."

"Great... Great-Grandmother?"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan shuddered, almost dropping to his knees on the spot.

"No! That's not right!"

"I don't want to eat dumplings yet!"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan snapped back to reality, cold sweat instantly soaking his battle armor.

He recalled his own "kill anyone who crosses me" cool and arrogant demeanor from just a moment ago and wanted to slap himself twice.

"What the hell is wrong with my big mouth!"

"Why did I have to talk tough for no reason?"

"And saying 'You're going to be unlucky'... I think the one who's going to be unlucky today is me!"

"Where is this a remnant of the Wusheng Divine Sect? This is clearly a Thunder God descending to inspect the work!"

Faced with an opponent completely out of his league, Grandmaster Li Kuanglan, who had always believed in "breaking ten thousand spells with one sword," finally realized a new truth—being cowardly is also a tactic.

In this life-or-death moment, Grandmaster Li Kuanglan instinctively turned his gaze for help toward Principal Pang Ban beside him.

After all, this was the territory of Magic City Martial Arts University, and Principal Pang Ban was the initiator and the most cunning... oh no, resourceful person here.

"Principal Pang!"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan lowered his voice, his tone urgent and trembling:

"This opponent is too tough! We can't hold them off at all!"

"How about... we just ask for peace? As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood!"

"Brother Pang? Are you listening? Brother Pang?"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan called out twice but received no response.

He turned his head in confusion.

The next second.

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan's expression froze.

He saw Principal Pang Ban, who had just been wearing sunglasses and pointing out the landscape, commenting on the heat of the thunder technique.

At this moment, with an extremely swift and practiced movement, he took off the sunglasses on his nose, carefully folded them, and tucked them into the inside pocket of his suit.

Then.

"Thud."

This Tier 5 Grandmaster, the principal of Magic City Martial Arts University, fell straight backward under the shocked gaze of Grandmaster Li Kuanglan.

He lay on the muddy ground, eyes closed tight, limbs spread out, and even went to the detail of sticking his tongue out slightly, posing in a serene manner that said: "I have been knocked unconscious by the thunder just now, and might even have internal injuries and am dying."

The movement was so smooth, and the acting so quick, it was truly an Oscar-worthy performance.

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan: "..."

His hand gripping the sword hilt froze in mid-air, and he was completely bewildered in the wind.

"Playing... dead?"

"You're just lying down like that?"

"What about your dignity as a Grandmaster? What about your authority as a principal?"

"Who was the one shouting 'For justice' and 'The advantage is with us' just a moment ago?"

"So you tricked us both, and then laid flat yourself?"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan looked at the "dead" Principal Pang Ban on the ground, then looked at the Faceless Man who resembled a demon god.

He suddenly felt that this world was full of malice toward an honest man like him.

"This is a sin!!"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan sighed to the heavens in grief and indignation.

Since everyone has no integrity, I won't pretend anymore!

"Oh!"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan suddenly let out a strange cry, clutching his chest:

"My old injury has flared up!"

"This thunder... has shattered my heart meridians!"

After speaking, he also took the opportunity to lie on the ground, and to make it look more realistic, he even rolled twice on purpose, rolling next to Principal Pang Ban.

Two Tier 5 Grandmasters lay neatly side by side in the muddy ground, beginning their "hibernation" performance.

At this moment.

The purple bamboo in the hands of Jiang You was pointed directly at Commander Qiu Wanhe.

The thousand-meter black thunder dragon in the sky also locked onto Commander Qiu Wanhe.

"It's over..."

Commander Qiu Wanhe closed his eyes in despair.

He knew that as long as this bamboo fell, let alone him, even this land would be blasted into slag!

This was dimensionality reduction!

This was divine punishment!

The Faceless Man now seemed to have transformed into a god wielding thunder, his black trench coat flapping in the wild thunder, like a villainous boss destroying the world.

"Brother Li! Old Pang!"

Faced with the black thunder dragon that could annihilate everything, although Commander Qiu Wanhe's legs were cramping, he still held onto the last bit of a martial artist's dignity and trust in his teammates.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes full of determination, and shouted loudly:

"Let's go together... Huh?!"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice cracked.

Because he saw a scene that shattered his worldview.

In the mud puddle behind him, the two Tier 5 Grandmasters who were usually respected by thousands of people were now lying flat in the mud without any image.

That wasn't all.

He saw Principal Pang Ban, who was currently "unconscious," using one foot to sneakily, bit by bit, stretch outward, and then extremely secretly kick Grandmaster Li Kuanglan's waist, trying to kick him further away.

That movement seemed to say: "Don't touch me, if the lightning strikes, it's easy to implicate me."

Although Grandmaster Li Kuanglan had his eyes closed, his eyebrows clearly twitched twice.

It was from anger.

This old thing, playing dead is fine, but he's pulling tricks?

As a hot-tempered sword cultivator, was Grandmaster Li Kuanglan the type to suffer a loss?

Just as Principal Pang Ban was preparing to kick a second time, Grandmaster Li Kuanglan's hand grabbed a large handful of slimy mud under his body extremely secretly.

Then.

"Splat!!!"

In the moment he turned over, under the cover, he backhanded a slap, slamming that large lump of mud firmly onto Principal Pang Ban's old face.

Direct hit!

The mud instantly covered Principal Pang Ban's entire face, even blocking his nostrils, leaving only the cheek with the shoe print exposed.

However, Principal Pang Ban was truly worthy of being a principal; his composure was astonishing.

Faced with this sudden "mud mask," he actually endured it and didn't move!

He still kept his eyes closed, tongue slightly out, and even his breathing rhythm didn't mess up. He just lay there peacefully with a face full of mud, as if he had already reached Nirvana.

Only his slightly trembling eyelids betrayed the true state of his inner rage.

Commander Qiu Wanhe: "..."

At this moment, Commander Qiu Wanhe, who was still standing, was completely numb.

The cold wind blew, ruffling his messy hair.

He looked at the pair of "good teammates" lying on the ground, hurting each other and acting, and felt that his IQ had been rubbed on the ground eight hundred times.

"Are you two... even human?"

Commander Qiu Wanhe let out a heart-wrenching cry in his heart:

"So I'm the only honest person?"

"So you set me up on the fire just to buy time to make your beds?"

"Too dark! The human heart is too dark!"

"If I continue to hold on, I'm the biggest idiot in this world!"

Since everyone has no face, why should I keep this face?

Thinking of this, Commander Qiu Wanhe's thoughts instantly became clear.

He looked at the terrifying thunder about to fall above his head, and a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes.

"As long as I fall fast enough, the Grim Reaper won't be able to catch up with me!"

So.

In the sight of thousands of teachers and students watching nervously.

That thunder-type Grandmaster, who had originally prepared for a desperate fight, suddenly let out an extremely exaggerated scream, as if he had been constipated for ten years:

"No!"

"Such a strong backlash!!"

"My thunder spiritual power is out of control!!"

Before the thunder in the sky could strike down.

Commander Qiu Wanhe violently reversed his meridians, pressing the last bit of thunder spiritual power in his body firmly onto his own chest!

"Boom!"

A loud explosion.

He blew himself until he was charred all over, his hair standing on end and turning into an afro, and spat out a puff of black smoke:

"Uh... I can't do it anymore..."

Then, he fell straight backward, even adjusting his posture in the air, deliberately avoiding Principal Pang Ban and Grandmaster Li Kuanglan, and finally, with a "thud," lay neatly next to the two of them.

With a kick of his legs, he "passed out" on the spot.

The movement was standard, the expression was on point, and he even imitated the twitching after being electrocuted vividly.

Audience: "..."

Everyone opened their mouths wide, looking at the three Tier 5 Grandmasters lying side by side, falling into a dead silence.

What the hell...

Is this the demeanor of a Grandmaster?

Is this the hope of humanity?

Destroy it all, this world is beyond saving!