Chapter 117: Second Class (Part 2)

  "Kill!!"

  On the waist of the nameless mountain, Wei Ming's eyes had already turned red. His entire body was bathed in the stench of blood as he held up his massive steel cleaver. He gnashed his teeth and glared with a ferocious gaze, resembling a killing god from hell. At his feet lay two bandits, one of whom was already dead, while the other had a huge gash on his neck, with hot blood spouting out, and his eyes had rolled back in their sockets, indicating that he was not far from death. Wei Ming, who seemed to have gone mad, ignored the half-dead bandit and let out a roar before stepping on a large boulder, propelling himself upward. He raised his cleaver above his head and brought it down vertically, striking another bandit who had charged forward, sending him tumbling to the ground. The bandit was stronger than the previous two weaklings, and after rolling away from Wei Ming, he got back up and charged again, disregarding the wound on his shoulder that spouted blood. "Avenge my brother's death!"

  Right now!!

  A sword clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and both of them were knocked back several steps before engaging again. The big knife chopped down, fists punched and feet kicked, each move using all their strength. There was no fancy moves, just a fierce battle! Although Wei Ming was still brave, he had also been injured, and having used up some energy dealing with the two bandits earlier, he now found it difficult to fight against an evenly matched opponent. Moreover, his opponent's combat experience was clearly much richer than Wei Ming's.

  In another place, Yin Kuang was also wielding his Tang knife, responding to the siege of three mountain bandits. Although his moves were unattractive, they were very effective. Thanks to his 12 points of agility and 12 points of nimbleness, even though Yin Kuang had not learned any knife skills and had little combat experience, he was still able to react in time and counterattack the enemy. Yin Kuang kicked away a mountain bandit, turned around and rushed to Pan Longtao's side, stabbing the mountain bandit who was about to split Pan Longtao with one knife. "Pan Longtao, go help Wei Ming!", he left behind a sentence, then turned around, picked up the mountain bandit, and threw him at the three pursuing mountain bandits.

  "Good!" Pan Longtao shouted in response, and he rushed towards Wei Ming's direction. "Don't think about escaping! Your opponent is me!" Yin Kuang picked up a knife from the ground and threw it at a mountain bandit who was chasing after Pan Longtao. With a "whooshing" sound, the knife directly pierced through the bandit's chest!

  "Ahhh!! Pay with your life!!" One of the three burly men surrounding Yin Kuang, a tall and muscular man with a yellowish complexion, let out a loud roar. Then, a faint yellow glow began to emanate from his body, causing his tattered yellow shirt to puff up as if inflated, while his already bulging muscles tensed up, shining like brass in the sunlight.

  "This is it!?" Yin Guang's eyes widened slightly, and just as he was stunned, the burly man let out a loud roar, "The blue sky has died, the yellow sky should rise! The blue sky has died, the yellow sky should rise!! Ahhh!!" After his roar, the big man's aura suddenly changed, becoming incredibly thick in an instant. With a shrill, ear-piercing howl, the big man swung the large knife in his hand and charged towards Yin Guang. "Speed, increased! Strength..." A loud "clang" echoed as the massive force sent Yin Guang stumbling back two steps, his hand numb from holding the knife, "Even strength has been enhanced! What is this?!"

  At this moment, the several sturdy mountain bandits who were fighting with Li Shuangyu, Wang Ning and Bai Gui suddenly stopped, raised their weapons above their heads and shouted loudly: "The Blue Sky is dead, the Yellow Sky should rise!! The Blue Sky is dead, the Yellow Sky..." Yin Kuang was shocked immediately, "Don't let them shout anymore!" On the other side, Tang Rou's reaction was the fastest. Her two hands transformed into a series of illusions, and four silver lights shot out, instantly knocking down four bandits. However, there were still three people who managed to finish their shouts of "The Blue Sky is dead, the Yellow Sky should rise", and the same change occurred in their bodies as well.

  "Kill! Kill them all!! Great Master, your spirit in heaven, please bless us to kill the enemy and avenge our brothers!" The two-meter-tall strong man was like a giant bear gone mad, his roar from the throat made the surrounding trees shake with a rustling sound. Even Yin Kuang, who had undergone intense training, felt a strong sense of crisis in his normal state.

  At this time, Lí Fēng's voice suddenly came, "If I'm not mistaken, they are not ordinary mountain bandits or ordinary Yellow Turbans, but elite Yellow Turban warriors! Everyone be careful!" As he spoke, he dodged a slash from an ordinary mountain bandit and then his rusty sword flashed out, a red light flashing by, the bandit's knife-wielding hand flying off. The next moment, Lí Fēng's long sword had already pierced the bandit's throat, the rusty sword withdrawn, already flashing towards another Yellow Turban warrior like lightning.

  Not far away, Wang Ning sneered, "What about the Yellow Turban warriors? Hmm?" Just as Wang Ning was disdainfully laughing, a large knife suddenly appeared and chopped towards him. Wang Ning casually blocked it, but didn't expect that the enormous power would also knock him back a step, "Interesting." When the next chopping knife came, Wang Ning had already agilely retreated. It's worth noting that speed is truly the key to advantage. Especially after obtaining strong enhancement, his agility had reached an astonishing 16 points! This was extremely rare in the first year of school. When he moved with all his might, few people could catch up to him. Before the knife-wielding man could react, Wang Ning appeared behind him like a ghost, "Unfortunately, you're too slow." The black blade flashed out, and blood splattered everywhere. Another Yellow Turban warrior who was ambushing Wang Ning became enraged and wildly chopped at him while shouting loudly. However, it was clear that Wang Ning had already gained the upper hand in this battle.

  On the other side, Bai Gui was also shocked by Li Feng's hint and secretly ate a surprise. He roared: "Hey, I said that shouting 'The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established' can gain a boost in strength, what kind of ghost ability is this? Why don't we shout two sentences too?" As it happens, there were three mountain bandits attacking him, one of whom was the elite Huangjin Lishi, who brought a lot of trouble to Bai Gui. Yin Kuang listened and swung his knife to slash at the madman in front of him, then suddenly rushed forward and kicked directly at his crotch. However, the madman seemed to feel nothing and continued to slash wildly. Yin Kuang thought to himself: "Even pain has been greatly reduced, it's like a puppet without sensation... If I'm not mistaken, this should be some kind of power of faith." Ignoring Bai Gui's nonsense, Yin Kuang pondered: "So does this ability have certain limitations?" After tripping the Huangjin Lishi with one foot, before Yin Kuang could think more, a spear came stabbing from the side, straight at his ribs.

  "Beautiful thought!" Yin Kuang's Tang knife spun once in his hand, and the long gun was closed at the same time. He rushed forward, punching the ordinary mountain bandit who held the gun, and the bone spur quietly pierced out.

  "Hah!"

  “Ah...” The mountain bandit's eyes widened, his face filled with regret as he fell backwards. At the same time, Yin Kuang had already turned to another ordinary mountain bandit and stabbed a knife through his heart! Now, Yin Kuang only needed to face one more Yellow Turban warrior. As for Wei Ming, thanks to Pan Longtao's timely assistance, the burly man was immediately covered in wounds. Although he wasn't a Yellow Turban warrior, he could still handle Wei Ming alone, but with Pan Longtao interfering from the side, he quickly fell into crisis. Until Pan Longtao struck his leg with a staff, the burly man immediately knelt down, and before he could even let out a pained cry, Wei Ming's chopping knife had already embedded itself in his neck...

  The easiest one to deal with was probably Zeng Fei. He only needed to take care of one person, and that was an ordinary weak mountain bandit. Originally, there were three mountain bandits, but Tang Rouyu occasionally threw out a few hidden weapons from the dark, helping him get rid of them, leaving only one behind for him to deal with himself. As for Ouyang Mu, he guarded Qianqian and the other two, killing several ordinary mountain bandits who came forward, knocking two unconscious, and letting Qi Xiaoyun kill them.

  As expected, about a minute later, the momentum of the Yellow Turbans who had shouted slogans and burst into anger immediately weakened, and their faces, which had been red with excitement, turned pale as paper. Two of them even wailed loudly, completely losing their previous bravery, and scrambled to crawl into the dense thicket, wanting to escape.

  As Yin Kuang leapt up, his knife chopped into the nearly two-meter-tall Yellow Turban warrior, also declaring that this encounter would end with the victory of Class 1237. This was already their seventh battle against mountain bandits. But this time, they had unexpectedly encountered elite Yellow Turban warriors. However, it was also normal, since they were now approaching the summit of the mountain stronghold.

  "Everyone remember the number of people you need to kill. Once you've killed enough, there's no need to continue, just knock them out and leave them for those who haven't reached their quota yet." Yin Kuang swung his blood-soaked Tang knife, a flash of disgust and fatigue crossing his eyes. Li Shuangmu nodded and said: "Alright, let's keep moving forward. Oh right, next time, Qianqian and Yun, you two must kill someone. Otherwise..." Li Shuangmu didn't finish the sentence, but everyone knew what would happen if they didn't comply. Qianqian and Yun trembled simultaneously, their small fists clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

  Then, relying on medicine to supplement their lives and the principal's "benefits", the 11 people rushed up the mountain, leaving behind a trail of corpses and blood, as well as the souls of the dead all over the mountain - at this moment, perhaps they had already forgotten that they were once students who "studied hard day and night for the college entrance exams". Which student would carry knives and swords, killing one person every ten steps? Which school would have "killing people" as a course? Perhaps only this "Horror High School" would. Its horror does not come from its appearance, but from within - it gradually changes a person into another person.

  The real horror may not be ghosts, nor pain, nor death, but when you look back on the past and compare it to the present, you suddenly realize that you no longer recognize yourself...

  When Yin Kuang and his group stood in the great hall of the mountain bandit village, every one of them was covered with blood, solidified, viscous, black and red. They seemed to have become a group of devils crawling out of a pile of corpses.

  In front of them, a thin middle-aged man with a silver spear upside down stared at Yin Kuang and others with turbid blood-filled eyes. But compared to his resentful gaze, his expression was extremely calm, as if the person in front of him was not the one who slaughtered his brothers and subordinates, but a stranger passing by.

  He is the leader of the mountain bandits, the person with a hundred times the strength mentioned by the Flame Queen.

  Boom!!

  A lean middle-aged man held a silver spear in his hand, which struck the ground and emitted a dull, deafening sound. He then raised his head and let out a loud roar: "The Azure Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall... RISE!!! WAAAHHH!!!" As the middle-aged man danced with his silver spear, a powerful gust of wind swept forth in all directions, causing the fire basins within the great hall to "WHOOSH" into a loud response.

  Shouting out this slogan, perhaps it's not just to gain that strange power of faith. It's also an unyielding fighting spirit, as well as a supreme reverence for Da Liang Xian Shi, a hatred for the chaotic world, and a yearning for a beautiful future. However, towards such a slogan, Yin Kuang and others have become numb. Or rather, at this time, their state, except for Wang Ning and Li Shuang Mu, everyone else has fallen into a numb state. In their hearts, the only thing to do is to kill this last mountain stronghold leader, and then, class dismissed!!

  "Let's go back!" Li Xuanmu tightened his grip on the rusty sword and said.

  "Kill!!"

  Yin Kuang, Bai Lüe, Wei Ming, Zeng Fei, Pan Longtao, Tang Rouyu, and Ou Yang Mu, among others, opened their mouths to shout, charging towards the middle-aged man. The flames illuminated the still tender faces of this group of young people, but also danced in their eyes; on the ground, they dragged out their long shadows.

  Weapons, sharp and exposed!

  The screen, as if frozen in this moment...

  Uh, at the invitation of a classmate, I went to climb Mount Lu today and took the opportunity to find inspiration. So this afternoon's update may be delayed. Tomorrow, Sunday and Monday will explode, exploding for two days, let's go! Also, oh, the results during this period may be particularly important, so we need everyone's support, thank you thank you~