"Finally found you all. Is anyone hurt?" Zhao Hanhai glanced at Shen Qian and the others, then breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that Chen Feng had arrived in time. He nodded to them and thanked them.
Chen Feng was puzzled. He knew he hadn't arrived in time, but there didn't seem to be any serious casualties.
"Squad Leader Chen, what kind of monster is this?" Shen Qian asked.
"Its bloodline originates from the silver shaded cat, and its mutated form is called the 'Silver-Dyed Beast,' a W-level demon beast whose individual strength rivals that of a peak mid-level martial artist," Chen Feng briefly explained.
W-level!
Peak martial artist!
No wonder.
Shen Qian glanced at the long gash in his protective suit. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been disemboweled by now.
"Senior, can you handle this?"
“No problem. This silver-dyed beast is still in its growth stage, and one of its legs is injured, so its strength is not at its peak.” Chen Feng nodded.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed found that one of the silver-dyed beast's hind paws had a gruesome, penetrating wound, from which dark red blood was still flowing.
After Chen Feng retreated, his vital energy surged, instantly creating a gust of wind in the open space.
All the students were amazed.
"Ninth-level martial artist, so strong!"
The silver-dyed beast also sensed the threat. It lowered its body, its fur stood on end, and it bared its teeth at Chen Feng.
boom!
A sonic boom erupted out of nowhere, and Chen Feng left afterimages in mid-air as he threw a punch at the Silver-Dyed Beast.
A mournful cry rang out, and the Silver-Dyed Beast, unable to dodge in time, was punched and sent flying, crashing into a pile of bricks and tiles.
Chen Feng rushed over, about to deliver the fatal blow, when a cold voice suddenly rang out.
"Stay away from my cat."
Bang!
A muffled gunshot rang out, and Chen Feng, who was still charging forward, suddenly twisted his body, but still couldn't dodge. A cloud of blood mist exploded from his left leg.
Chen Feng groaned, clutching his leg as he fell to the ground, his face instantly turning pale, large beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
Shen Qian suddenly turned his head and saw a boy completely wrapped in tight black clothes standing on a broken wall dozens of meters away.
He held a magnificent, silver-white pistol that gleamed with red light in his hand, and was slowly lowering the muzzle, looking down at the crowd.
The young man had rosy lips and white teeth, sharp eyebrows and features, and looked very elegant and familiar.
As Shen Qian was trying to recall where he had seen the other person before, Zhou Xiaoguang called out first.
"Wang...Wang Shuo?"
This shout reminded everyone of the other person's identity.
The young man before me is a legendary figure who represented Jingcheng in the National Youth Martial Arts Competition last year.
His photo has appeared in Jingcheng's newspapers, on television, and in the news more than once.
He is the pride of Jingcheng No.1 High School, the "other people's child" that countless parents in Jingcheng talk about...
Wang Shuo.
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