CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 56: MAGIC MOTION

Tian Wenhua glanced at Tian Wenbao and said, "Leave now?"

"Yeah, the team leader at the company is too stupid and delayed things again." Tian Wenbao’s blood vessels in his eyes pulsed, then slowly receded.

Tian Wenhua said coldly, "Be careful. If you are discovered, don’t blame me if I can’t protect you."

"Don’t worry, big brother, I’m very cautious. Besides, so many people practice and I have the Magic Energy Potion, it’s fine."

Tian Wenbao left the villa, arrived at Guoyun Exploration Company, gathered his subordinates, and scolded them for half an hour.

"Get out!"

Jiang Yan and several other team leader deputies left the manager’s office dejectedly.

Jiang Yan said helplessly, "Why scold me again? There are many things I can’t decide either."

"Manager Tian scolds you because he values you."

Jiang Yan coldly chuckled in his heart, but said, "Yes, Manager Tian has it difficult too."

In his heart, Jiang Yan cursed Tian Wenbao fiercely, thinking if you weren’t Tian Wenhua’s cousin, I would have already taught you a lesson.

Back at the workshop, Jiang Yan saw Tao Bing’s message on his phone.

"Brother Jiang, Tu Rong told me about your situation. I’m lying in bed and you got scolded by the manager, we share the same fate. In a few days, when I can get out of bed, let’s go celebrate at the club, just the few of us, no outsiders."

Jiang Yan’s mouth twitched.

Tu Rong just told him that Tao Bing wasn’t just lying in bed simply, he went with great momentum to take revenge but came back dejected, the hit might be even more severe than mine.

And it was all familiar faces at work, Zhou Leng.

Thinking of Zhou Leng, Hu Yi, and others, Jiang Yan felt a surge of anger; it all started when these people refused to comply, making the manager constantly scold me.

"Alright, see you there." Jiang Yan replied to Tao Bing, with red veins in his eyes expanding and then subsiding.

The next day, Zhou Leng cautiously stepped out of the hidden world cave, trained normally all the way, and didn’t find any suspicious people, breathing a sigh of relief.

After running a few steps, he heard a neat and unified shout.

"Becoming a marquis is not my desire, but to bring peace to the ocean!"

Zhou Leng looked in the direction of the voice, at the playground of his middle school alma mater, Fifty-Ninth Middle School, where the middle school students were formed in phalanxes running forward.

Those exercising so early must be from the third-grade class.

"Someday become a Martial Saint, take back Sea Demon City!"

A middle school student at the front of the team shouted again.

"Someday become a Martial Saint, take back Sea Demon City!"

The entire class followed suit and shouted.

A few students’ eyes gleamed, and the class phalanx sped up significantly.

Zhou Leng’s eyes flickered at the mention of "Sea Demon City."

Sea Demon City is West Sea Demon City.

After Blue Star connected with nine other worlds, creating numerous new spaces, they were named Demon Cities.

The most prosperous West Sea City in Dragon Country was the first to be swallowed by the Demon City space.

This Demon City is located at the overlap between Blue Star and the Sea Siren World.

West Sea City is by the sea, giving Sea Sirens a huge advantage, eventually leading to their capture of West Sea City.

Zhou Leng still remembers the footage of the retreat years ago.

Distant in the sky, a towering thousand-meter wave rolled in, engulfing the famous Bright Pearl Tower.

After that, the world turned dark.

A Demon City is an isolated space; from the outside, West Sea Demon City still looks as big as the old West Sea City, but inside, the actual area has expanded thousands of times.

The Two Realms Barrier blocks those from the Otherworld, but there are always weak spots.

Therefore, each year the Sea Sirens send troops, with fires of war never ceasing outside West Sea Demon City.

Countless Dragon Country warriors have perished defending West Sea Demon City’s line of defense.

After West Sea Demon City and nearby regions fell, people retreated to hinterland cities.

Many retreated to Rucheng, including some schools, turning Rucheng from a county-level city to one of the top cities in the East China Region.

It’s the same worldwide, with many once populous cities becoming Demon Cities.

The most tragic were some small countries, where entire nations fell.

Returning to reality, Zhou Leng watched the leading class burst with energy after chanting their slogan.

They not only left other classes far behind but also caught up to the slowest class.

As they surpassed the slowest class, some of the boys made collective booing sounds while some girls laughed.

Zhou Leng gazed at the slowest class, seeing that the students were entirely different from the other five classes, most with heads down, listless as if their legs were weighed down with lead.

Trailing far behind the second-to-last class.

Zhou Leng continued to run toward the Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as noon came, Deng Zhijue entered from the doorway and shouted, "Zhou Leng, Lu Juncai, Feng Wenhao, Wei Hong, Xu Yuan, Qian Baichuan... you six report to my office after lunch."

The six were startled for a moment and gathered together.

Feng Wenhao asked puzzled, "What do we six have in common?"

Wei Hong said, "You four are the top four in the class, while Feng Wenhao and I are academic underachievers, we can’t find any common ground!"

"Let’s go, we’ll have lunch together, and then find the teacher together afterward."

The six headed to the cafeteria together.

After one round of meals, they all went for more and ate several rounds.

Feng Wenhao had three rounds, Wei Hong four... Lu Juncai seven.

After eating, the five chatted, waiting for Zhou Leng.

After Zhou Leng finished eleven rounds, the six went to Instructor Deng’s office together.

Wei Hong knocked first, opened the door, stepped in, and stood still.

Peeking from behind Wei Hong, Zhou Leng could see in Deng Zhijue’s office six Martial Guards dressed in camouflage uniforms standing or sitting.

Each had an extraordinary presence, their shoulder badges showing some were Lieutenants, others Captains.

Typically, reaching the Body Refining Stage can promote to Lieutenant, the Vitality Stage to Captain.

"Let’s go!" Deng Zhijue stood up, and the six Martial Guards in the office adjusted their attire and followed Deng Zhijue out.

Seven Martial Guards.

The six students hurriedly made way, seeing the instructor’s serious face, they didn’t dare say anything but followed quietly.

The group moved silently, even the most rebellious Wei Hong kept his mouth shut.

The group boarded a Martial Guard-registered minibus and drove out of the Martial Arts Hall.

In the bus, Deng Zhijue took out a phone and said, "Scan this QR code, join the group, and check the information inside. This time, you have been temporarily enlisted."

The six scanned the code and joined the group chat.

The group chat was titled "Demon Hunt - Dragon Bay Community Building 9 Unit 3 Room 1301-0513020460921004."

Feng Wenhao glanced at Zhou Leng, who looked at the information in the group.

Zhou Leng lived in Dragon Bay Community.

The Captain Martial Guard beside them tossed out six small shield-shaped tokens, each palm-sized, precisely landing in the hands of the six.

A light green background with a faint yellow shield design, and "Apprentice Martial Guard" written on the shield.

The six had their eyes lit up, eagerly attaching the Apprentice Martial Guard Tokens to their clothing.

"Be sure to review the information thoroughly."

The six busily scrolled through the information, changing expressions when they saw the photos.

The family’s home in the photos was filled with blood, like a crimson carpet.

The living room windows were sealed, and the walls and ceiling were covered with various blood magic arrays.

The magic arrays were of all sizes and shapes, interlocking like gears.

Inside, five bodies lay sprawled in various states of dismemberment.

Feng Wenhao gulped, whispering, "I should not have eaten so much for lunch."

Deng Zhijue said, "Before getting off, each of you take a garbage bag."

The six looked at each other, Wei Hong patting his stomach.

Soon the bus stopped, and each person took a garbage bag, trailing behind the seven Martial Guards.

Nearby, residents were peering over, some people craning their necks to see better.

Zhou Leng followed the team over the yellow barricade, and after the police at the entrance checked their identification, the group entered the elevator in Unit 3.

Ding...

The elevator stopped on the 13th floor, and the doors opened.

A strong bloody smell assaulted their senses, quickly filling their noses.

The seven Martial Guards walked in with calm faces, while among the six students, four clutched their throats, swallowing constantly and dry-heaving lightly.

Zhou Leng followed them, entering through the open door to Room 1.

Once inside, the metallic stench was sharper and more suffocating.

The gruesome scene matched the photos but was even more vivid in person.

The blood-red magic arrays seemed to wriggle like flesh.

Finally, Feng Wenhao couldn’t hold it any longer and opened the bag’s mouth wide.

Blech...

Bleugh...