This sentence smashed Meng Chao's extravagant hopes and persistence like a war hammer.

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

It's not speed, fist power, IQ, realm, miraculous feats, spiritual magnetic force field, spiritual magnetic rotation power...... These are quantifiable things.

It's a determination that is unshakable and unbreakable.

He knew he couldn't convince Principal Sun.

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

The wolves didn't run far.

The Wolf King spied on them nearby, sticking out his barbed tongue, licking his sharp fangs, and his one eye glowing with greed.

But he was suppressed by Principal Sun's spiritual flame, and he didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Meng Chao no longer persuaded him, knelt down on one knee in front of the old principal, and helped him treat his wounds briefly.

Actually, there's nothing to deal with.

The old headmaster's blood was running dry.

The withered meridians and dried organs also served as fuel, making his last fire of life even stronger, like a fearless teenager.

Meng Chao devoured wolf blood and wolf flesh in his gulp, never so eager for the dawn to come.

Time passed minute by minute, and 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 light under his eyes gradually became disordered.

However, whenever the tentative howl of the monsters was heard not far away, and the wolves were about to move, the old headmaster would grit his teeth and squeeze out the last bit of power in the depths of his cells and soul, so that the "Demon Pestle" would release a golden blade to deter the ghosts in the darkness.

He held out for half an hour.

It wasn't until a thick red glow appeared in the sky, and the golden dawn was late, that the old man snorted and fell backwards.

When Meng Chao hugged him, he found that his body was cold and his arms were hot, just like all his life force had been poured into these two "demon pestles".

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

It's like saying, "I'm sorry, the old man can't hold on." ”

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

With each inhale, a wound cracks and more blood flows.

And with each hard exhalation, clumps of pink foam gush out of the nasal cavity.

Meng Chao didn't take a first-aid kit.

He understood that the old principal's life had been exhausted, like a big tree struck by lightning, and in an instant, the energy accumulated for a hundred years turned into a raging heavenly fire, illuminating the entire dark and blood-colored wilderness.

"Meng Chao's ......"

Principal Sun, who was dying, stared fixedly at the sky above the dark clouds and the blood moon, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the sea of stars, seeing far, far away, and far, far away time.

"You say, will Dragon City still be as prosperous as it is today?"

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

Meng Chao was slightly stunned.

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

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

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

"So, the children of the future, can live a happier life than today, without worrying about the precariousness, and the possibility of being devoured by monsters in minutes?"

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

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

"That's good."

Principal Sun muttered, the darker his eyes, the brighter his smile, "So, in the future, have we conquered the Otherworld and returned to Earth?" ”

Looking at the old man's expression of childish anticipation of the lollipop, Meng Chao really couldn't make it up, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, Principal Sun, I, I don't know if we can conquer the other world in the future, we ......"

What could he say, could it be that he had a nightmare in which the dragon city would be destroyed in the apocalypse?

Or is it a lie made up with flowers, saying how Dragon City swept through thousands of armies and was majestic?

Meng Chao couldn't say anything, and a deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him.

"Silly Kid ......"

Principal Sun smiled dumbly, the palm of the spiritual flame burning lightly placed on his shoulder, and the spirit patterns on his arm shone one in turn, imprinting the last "spiritual magnetic rotation power" into the depths of the student's right arm, "It doesn't matter if you can't conquer the other world, as long as you ......"

His voice faded.

Like a candle in the wind, it will be extinguished at any time.

Meng Chao put his ear close to the old principal's chest before he heard a vibration from his chest: "As long as you don't be conquered by the other world." ”

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

Meng Chao clenched the old principal's self-burning palm and was silent for a long time.

The Blood Moon Wolf King has reappeared.

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

Schadenfreude howls rang out from the depths of the forest, and the brutes made no secret of their hungry, scarlet gazes.

Principal Sun was right, the wolves had been patrolling around and had not left for more than half a second.

If it weren't for him constantly burning his life, turning into a torch, and illuminating a small light, Meng Chao and the others would definitely not have insisted on the coming of dawn.

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

The light was like an invisible barrier separating humans from monsters.

Under the light of the human spirit, the Blood Moon Wolf King curled up, hibernating, hesitating.

This brute knew that Principal Sun was dead.

But it clearly sensed that the dead Principal Sun was still filling, gushing, and bursting with a force that made it feel deeply awe-inspiring.

Just like the pair of thunderous "demon pestles", they still opened their bows left and right, bombarding its skull fiercely.

At this moment, the Blood Moon Wolf King was also seriously injured.

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

The left side of the skull was deeply dented, and the tremendous pressure of the brain hemorrhage caused wisps of blood to mix with broken bones and shoot out.

The left eyeball was completely protruding, hanging out of the eye socket like a rotten grape, connected by a pitiful nerve cord, and every time I shook my head, it brought a piercing pain to the heart.

The pain was both furious and terrified, and it was not sure whether it would retreat in disgrace and lose its position as the wolf king, or if it would rush forward desperately and tear all the human throats open and rip out their eyes so that they could taste themselves.

Yes, that horrible old man is dead.

But the spiritual flames that surged out from the depths of his mind spread to the younger human who was holding him, causing the young man to burn as well, exuding the same and more terrifying momentum.

Meng Chao of the Wolf Dynasty let out a terrible howl, and the remaining right eye released a light that was both ferocious and cunning.

It waved its paw in the direction of the city.

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

Meng Chao understood the meaning of the Blood Moon Wolf King.

Indeed, the number of wolves has now been greatly reduced, and almost all of the Blood Moon Demon Wolves are covered in bruises.

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

But it desperately needs a bloodier and more brutal slaughter to reassert its authority and maintain its position as leader.

It was afraid, it didn't want to gnaw on Meng Chao's hard bone, it just wanted to kill a few candidates casually, and then fled back to the lair to recuperate.

If Meng Chao turned his head and ran away, he would most likely survive.

The mission of "Blood Moon Slayer" is to escape from the siege of wolves.

As long as you keep your life, you can get 5,000 contribution points.

And with his scores, there is no problem at all in being admitted to the undergraduate, 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, as long as there are enough cultivation resources, even if he obeys the adjustment, any major, can soar.

Running away seems to be the most rational choice.

But......

For human beings, knowing that they are going to die, they still have to gamble on everything, even if they are broken, there are things to do, right?

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

The Wolf King's face showed a cool human smile, as if to say, "That's right, kid, that's right." ”

Meng Chao also smiled at it, and then grabbed the blade-rolling, chipping, chainsaw-like sword.

The Wolf King's smile froze, as if he had been whipped by a human.

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

Fuck the quest, fuck the contribution value, fuck the undergraduate.

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

He wants to take the old headmaster's "demon pestle" and stab this beast from the throat all the way to its ass!

""Hundred Battles Sword Method, the ultimate realm, blast it for me!"

In the month of crazy 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 in the process of hunting the Blood Moon Demon Wolf, he has accumulated nearly two thousand contribution points, and the proficiency of the "Hundred Battle Sword Method" is also close to the "perfect level".

At this moment, he didn't even blink his eyelids, and blasted all his contribution points into the "Hundred Battles Sword Method" in one go.

From the past to the future, this knife technique has been used by countless Dragon City people, and it has been swung towards snakes, insects, rats, ants, jackals, tigers and leopards, and demons to the extreme!

What is "Ultimate"?

The so-called "perfection" has represented the limit of technology, every detail is perfect, every action is in line with the principles of ergonomics and life science, in theory, there is no room for improvement.

But humans have never been reasonable creatures.

Any law is meant to be broken.

While the technique has been tempered to reach the perfect state, the anger, hatred, the determination to protect, the belief in survival, and the will to revenge are all compressed into the sword and iron fist, and the desperate blow is completely unreasonable.

This is the fucking "ultimate"!