strictlysupreme Chapter 85 Since you won't leave, then die here!
Chapter 85 Since you won't leave, then die here!
The students watched him walk by, not daring to breathe loudly, until Jiang Ming's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, only then did they dare to breathe heavily.
"What...what's he doing here?"
"I don't know, judging from their posture, it looks like they're here to kill someone..."
"Quick! Go tell Brother Qiang! That scoundrel has gone upstairs!"
The stairwell was dimly lit.
Jiang Ming stopped in his tracks as soon as he stepped onto the second-floor platform.
Because the road was blocked.
Four or five burly boys, holding steel pipes and homemade shields (pot lids nailed to wooden boards), lined up and blocked the entrance to the second-floor corridor.
Behind them, more students could be vaguely seen going in and out of classrooms, carrying things around.
Obviously.
This place has been occupied by a small group.
On the fourth day of the collapse of order, it has become commonplace for people to occupy mountains and carve out their own territories.
When they saw Jiang Ming come up, the boys guarding the road were clearly taken aback.
The imposing armor made them instinctively feel a sense of unease.
But thinking of the number of people behind him and the "rules" they had just established, the boy with a buzz cut who was leading the group still gritted his teeth and took a step forward.
He tapped the wall next to him with the steel pipe in his hand, making a crisp "clang" sound, trying to bolster his courage.
"stop!"
The buzz-cut guy's voice was a little strained, but he still tried his best to look fierce.
"This floor has been taken over by our 'Iron Hammer Gang'!"
"No matter who you are, if you want to go there, you'll have to ask Brother Qiang for permission first!"
"Either pay the toll, or get lost!"
Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly beneath his mask.
Hammer Gang?
Only four days, and they've already come up with a gang name?
Really...
It's utterly ridiculous.
Jiang Ming stood in the shadows at the top of the stairs, his silver-white mask concealing his expression, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes.
He didn't even reach for the sword on his back.
He simply stood there quietly, looking down at these reckless individuals who dared to block his way.
"roll."
One word.
Simple and straightforward.
There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, as if he were shooing away a few flies that were blocking his way.
The boy with the buzz cut instantly turned a deep liver color.
He was at least a minor leader in this so-called "Iron Hammer Gang".
These past two days, taking advantage of his strength and the fact that he has weapons, he has bullied those students who are alone quite a bit.
The thrill of controlling other people's lives and deaths had long since made him so arrogant that he no longer knew who he was.
Although the tin can in front of me looks intimidating.
But if he backs down after being humiliated in public like this, how will he lead his underlings in the future?
"Damn it! What the hell are you pretending for!"
Enraged, the man with the buzz cut brandished the steel pipe in his hand and pointed it at Jiang Ming's nose.
"Just because you're wearing a metal suit doesn't mean you're some kind of Gundam?"
"Let me tell you, this training building belongs to Qiang now! Everything inside is ours!"
"If you know what's good for you, take off that turtle shell you're wearing and leave the sword on your back. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life!"
"otherwise……"
His companions behind him also joined in the commotion, brandishing their weapons.
Some people were carrying wrenches, some were carrying fire axes, and some were carrying homemade spears.
"Exactly! They're just playing tricks!"
"You dare to trespass on our territory all by yourself?"
"I think his armor is pretty good; it'll be perfect as a trophy for Brother Qiang!"
Greed often triumphs over fear.
Especially when stupidity takes the lead.
They looked at Jiang Ming's glamorous attire, their eyes practically overflowing with jealousy.
Why does this kid have such good stuff?
Just kill him...
These things are theirs!
The commotion downstairs attracted a lot of onlookers.
In the second-floor corridor, many students who were scavenging for supplies poked their heads out.
Some of them gloated, while others showed sympathy.
"Who is this guy? Daring to mess with the Iron Hammer Gang?"
"It seems to be that Jiang Ming... I heard he's very capable."
"What good is being powerful! Two fists can't fight four hands; there are dozens of people here!"
Jiang Ming sighed impatiently as he listened to the noisy chatter.
He was truly tired of this boring drama.
"I gave you a chance."
Jiang Ming's voice came through the mask, carrying a cold, metallic quality.
next second.
His right hand suddenly reached back.
Clang—!
A clear, resonant sword cry, like a dragon's roar, echoed through the narrow stairwell.
The black sword light, like a black lightning bolt, instantly tore through the dim air.
The man with the buzz cut only felt a blur before his eyes.
He didn't even see how Jiang Ming drew his sword.
A terrifying gust of wind rushed towards him, scraping his face until it stung.
"you……"
He was about to raise the steel pipe in his hand to block.
puff!
There were no obstacles.
The solid steel pipe was like a fragile noodle in the face of the terrifying weight and sharpness of the Black Iron Horse-Slaying Sword, and was instantly cut in half.
Along with what was cut off.
And there was the head of the man with the buzz cut, his face filled with astonishment.
Blood shot up like a fountain, splashing onto the ceiling before dripping down, staining the white walls red.
The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed at Jiang Ming's feet with a thud.
Dead silence.
The once noisy stairwell instantly fell into a deathly silence.
The remaining few who blocked the way still had their sinister smiles frozen on their faces, but their eyes were already bulging as if they were about to burst.
They stared blankly at the still convulsing corpse on the ground.
Murder...murder?
Just like that... you killed him?
Without saying a word, they just took action?
And it was a single, decisive blow?
When such bloody scenes, usually only seen in movies, actually happen before your eyes, the impact is enough to shatter the psychological defenses of any modern person.
"ah--!!"
It's unclear who let out the first piercing scream.
Fear spread instantly, like a plague.
"Murder!!"
The men who had just been clamoring to strip Jiang Ming of his armor were now terrified, their weapons clattering and falling to the ground.
They turned and tried to run away.
But at the narrow stairwell, several people squeezed together and tripped over each other.
Jiang Ming stepped over the corpse of the man with the buzz cut without any expression.
The sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and a drop of bright red blood was slowly sliding down its black blade.
"Since you've drawn your sword..."
"Then there's no reason for a no-show."
Jiang Ming took a step forward, his figure charging into the crowd like a heavy tank.
Since these people intend to kill him, he should be prepared to be killed.
In this world, to draw a weapon against him is a capital offense.
There was no pity.
The sword swept out with a whistling sound.
boom!
A boy holding a pot lid shield was sent flying, shield and all, the sound of his ribs shattering clearly audible. He was stuck to the wall like a painting, slowly sliding down.
puff!
The sword flashed back, unleashing another upward slash.
Another boy who tried to ambush someone with a fire axe had his arm cleanly severed. He then rolled on the ground in agony, clutching his severed arm and howling in pain.
Just one glance.
Of the five people who blocked the road, one was dead, one was seriously injured, and the remaining three were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and a foul stench emanated from their crotches.
Jiang Ming didn't even glance at the injured person on the ground.
He stepped through the sticky pool of blood and made his way up to the second-floor corridor.
The students who had been peeking out to watch the commotion were now deathly pale, frantically pulling their heads back as if they had seen a ghost, closing the classroom door, and even starting to move desks to block the door.
The entire second-floor corridor instantly became empty.
Only Jiang Ming's heavy footsteps echoed.
"Who else?"
Jiang Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire floor.
"Who else thinks this is his territory?"