Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

These words shattered Meng Chao's extravagant hopes and persistence like a war hammer.

He vaguely understood the difference between an "elite citizen" and a "heroic citizen".

It's not speed, fist strength, IQ, realm, extraordinary skills, spiritual magnetic force field, spiritual magnetic rotation power...these things can be quantified.

It was a determination that was unshakable and unbreakable.

He knew that it was impossible for him to convince Principal Sun.

And he also sensed pairs of greedy and fearful eyes in the darkness.

Sure enough, the wolves didn't run far.

The wolf king was watching them nearby, sticking out his barbed tongue, licking his sharp fangs, and his one-eyed eyes gleamed greedily.

But he was suppressed by Principal Sun's spiritual flame, and he didn't dare to go one step further.

Meng Chao stopped persuading him and knelt down in front of the old principal, helping him to treat the wound briefly.

In fact, there is nothing to deal with.

The blood of the old headmaster was almost drained long ago.

The withered meridians and dry viscera also acted as fuel, making his last fire of life more intense, like a fearless teenager.

Meng Chao devoured wolf blood and meat, never so eager for dawn.

Time passed by every minute and every second. Under the protection of Principal Sun, the candidates sat on the pile, entered deep meditation, and recovered one after another.

Principal Sun became weaker and weaker, his heartbeat and breathing became more and more rapid, and the flames in his eyes gradually became disordered.

However, whenever there are tentative howls from the monsters not far away, and the wolves are about to move, the old principal will grit his teeth and squeeze out the last bit of power from the depths of the cells and soul, allowing the "Magic Pestle" to release the golden blade , Deterring the ghosts and monsters in the dark.

He persisted for half an hour.

It wasn't until a fiery red glow appeared in the sky, and the golden dawn came late, that the old man let out a muffled groan and fell backwards.

When Meng Chao hugged him, he found that his body was cold and his arms were hot, as if all his life force had been poured into these two "Magic Subduing Pestles".

The old headmaster lay in the arms of the student and smiled a little embarrassedly.

It seemed to say: "I'm sorry, the old man really can't hold on anymore."

The bright light in his eyes quickly dissipated, like stars dimming one by one.

Every time he inhales, a wound will burst and more blood will flow.

And every time he exhaled with difficulty, clusters of pink foam would gushe out from his nasal cavity.

Meng Chao didn't take the first aid kit.

He understood that the old headmaster's life was exhausted, like a tree struck by lightning, instantly turning the energy accumulated for a hundred years into a blazing sky fire, illuminating the entire dark and bloody wilderness.

"Student Meng Chao..."

On his deathbed, Principal Sun stared fixedly at the sky above the dark clouds and the blood moon, his vision seemed to penetrate the sea of ​​stars, and he could see far, far away places, and far, far away times.

"Tell me, will Dragon City in the future be as prosperous as it is today?"

The old principal finally withdrew his gaze, looked at the students with a smile, and asked such a question a little abruptly.

Meng Chao was slightly taken aback.

I don't know if President Sun mentioned it casually, or if he meant it.

He said in a low voice but firmly: "Principal Sun, don't worry, Dragon City in the future will definitely be more prosperous than today!"

In the depths of Principal Sun's gradually dimming eyes, a ray of hope flashed.

"Then, can the children of the future live a happier life than today, without worrying about being precarious and being swallowed up by monsters every minute?"

The old man asked again, his face full of anticipation.

Meng Chao hesitated for a long time, then nodded heavily: "Yes, the children in the future will definitely be happier than today!"

"That's good."

Principal Sun murmured, the darker his eyes were, the brighter his smile became, "So, in the future, have we conquered other worlds and returned to Earth?"

Looking at the expression on the old man's face full of children looking forward to the lollipop, Meng Chao couldn't make it up anymore, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Principal Sun, I, I don't know if we will be able to conquer other worlds in the future, we..."

What can he say, could it be that he had a nightmare, in which the Dragon City in the dream would be destroyed in the end?

Or fabricate a colorful lie, saying how Dragon City swept thousands of troops and was so majestic?

Meng Chao couldn't say anything, and he was wrapped up in a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Silly boy……"

Principal Sun couldn't help laughing, and lightly placed the burning palm on his shoulder. The spiritual patterns on his arm flashed one by one, and burned the last "spiritual magnetism turning power" into the depths of the student's right arm, "You can't conquer aliens." It doesn't matter, as long as..."

His voice gradually faded away.

Like a candle in the wind, it will go out at any time.

Meng Chao put his ear close to the old principal's chest, only to hear the vibration in his chest: "As long as you don't be conquered by other worlds."

When he looked up, the old principal's smile had froze.

Meng Chao held the old principal's burning palm tightly and remained silent for a long time.

The Blood Moon Wolf King appeared again.

Almost the moment Principal Sun stopped breathing, the smell of blood became stronger in the air.

In the depths of the jungle, howls of schadenfreude resounded, and those beasts did not hide their hungry and scarlet eyes.

Principal Sun was right, the pack of wolves had been pacing around and never left for half a second.

If he hadn't kept burning his life and turned it into a torch to illuminate a small light, Meng Chao and the others would never have survived the dawn.

Even now, Principal Sun's flesh and blood body has stopped functioning, but his most powerful spirit is still like a volcanic eruption, impacting the magnetic field of the entire planet, and stirring the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, turning into dots of light.

This light is like an invisible barrier, separating humans and monsters.

Under the light of the human spirit, the Blood Moon Wolf King curled up, dormant, and hesitated.

This bastard knew that Principal Sun was dead.

But it clearly sensed that the dead Principal Sun was still filled, spewed, and erupted with a power that made it feel deeply in awe.

Just like the pair of thunderous "Subduing Demon Pestles", they still slammed their bows left and right, and bombarded its head hard.

The Blood Moon Wolf King was also seriously injured at this moment.

The dagger stuck on the cervical spine touched its spinal cord, causing it to stagger and limp.

The left side of the skull was deeply sunken, and the huge pressure of the cerebral hemorrhage caused strands of blood to mix with broken bones and spurt out continuously.

The left eyeball was completely protruding, drooping out of the eye socket like a rotten grape, connected by a pitiful nerve cord, and every time he shook his head, it would bring a piercing pain.

The severe pain made it both angry and frightened. It was not sure whether to retreat desperately, lose its prestige, and lose its status as wolf king, or rush forward desperately, tear open the throats of all humans, and goug out all their eyeballs, let them taste Taste it for yourself.

Yes, that terrible old man is dead.

But the spiritual flame that gushed out from the depths of his brain spread to the younger human being who was holding him, making this young man also burn, exuding the same, increasingly terrifying aura.

Meng Chao of the Wolf Dynasty let out a mournful howl, and the remaining right eye released a cruel and cunning light.

It waved its paw in the direction of the city.

As if to say: "Run, put down this damned corpse, run back to your shining lair, and I will spare you!"

Meng Chao understood what the Blood Moon Wolf King meant.

Indeed, the number of wolves has been greatly reduced now, and almost all the blood moon demon wolves are covered in bruises.

It is impossible for the wolf king to start a large-scale hunt and kill all humans.

But it urgently needs a more bloody and cruel killing to reshape its authority and keep its position as the leader.

It was afraid, and didn't want to gnaw on Meng Chao's tough bone. It just wanted to kill a few candidates at random, and fled back to its lair to recuperate.

If Meng Chao turned around and ran away, he would probably survive.

The bottom line of the task of "Blood Moon Slayer" is to escape from the siege of wolves.

As long as you save your life, you can get five thousand contribution points.

And with his score, there is no problem in being admitted to the undergraduate course. Even if it is not the ace major of the ace university, but he can use the contribution value to exchange, which can improve the learning efficiency to the extreme. , can soar into the sky.

Escaping seems to be the most rational choice.

But……

For human beings, knowing that they must die, they still have to gamble everything, even if they have to do something, right?

Meng Chao put down the old principal's body gently, carefully, and solemnly.

On the wolf king's face, there was a smile resembling that of a human being, as if to say: "That's right, kid, that's right."

Meng Chao also smiled at it, and then grabbed the curly-bladed, chipped, chain-saw-like war knife.

The wolf king's smile froze, as if he had been severely whipped by a human.

"You want to let me go? But I can't spare you!"

Fucking tasks, fucking contribution points, fucking undergraduates.

At this moment, Meng Chao had only one thought in his mind.

He wanted to take over the old headmaster's "Subduing Demon Pestle" and poke the beast from its throat all the way to its ass!

""Hundred Battle Swordsmanship", the ultimate realm, let me explode!"

In the month of frenzied sprinting before the college entrance examination, Meng Chao accumulated more than 5,000 contribution points.

And in the actual combat test just now, as well as the encouragement and rescue all the way, and the process of hunting the blood moon demon wolf, he has accumulated nearly 2,000 contribution points, and his proficiency in "Hundred Battle Swordsmanship" is also close to the "perfect level".

At this moment, without batting an eyelid, he blasted all the contribution points into "Hundred Battle Swordsmanship" in one breath.

This door has been used by countless Longcheng people from the past to the future, and the sword technique that slams at snakes, insects, rats, ants, jackals, tigers, leopards, and weird monsters has been pushed to the extreme!

What is "ultimate"?

The so-called "perfection" already represents the limit of technology, every detail is perfect, every movement is in line with the principles of ergonomics and life science, theoretically, there is no room for improvement.

But humans have never been a reasonable creature.

Any law is meant to be broken.

While the technique has been tempered and perfected, anger, hatred, determination to protect, belief in survival, and will to revenge are all compressed into the sword and iron fist, and a fatal blow that is completely unreasonable.

This is the fucking "ultimate"!