Chapter 1587

"Little Mai: 'Young Lady, you're being far too unfair to a swordsmanship master. Though what Yukina is currently cultivating is only a single saber technique, the force-application method was created by Brother Taixuan himself. Her encounters have been far stronger than those people's.'"

"Hu Yifei: 'Indeed, they simply can't be compared on the same level.'"

Bang!

In the livestream, Touma Kazusa smashed open a classroom door with a single staff strike, drawing a chorus of startled cries.

"Who?"

"It's Sword Saint my lord!"

Inside the classroom, a dozen-odd students had gathered together; looking at Touma Kazusa and Ogiso Yukina, they were caught between delight and disbelief.

"Sword Saint my lord, please let me follow you!"

"Sword Saint my lord!"

Touma Kazusa's gaze swept once across the classroom, but she found no zombies; somewhat disappointed, she withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.

Ogiso Yukina followed close behind, paying no heed whatsoever to the students' pleas.

In the apocalypse, if they didn't add insult to injury that would already be decent of them—where would they find the strength to save anyone?

Touma Kazusa had read novels about the Main God, so naturally she wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

Ogiso Yukina had been through one nightmare mission and witnessed the peril of a team wipe, so naturally she wouldn't be that naive either.

Bringing along this group of weaklings with zero combat ability would not only be useless to the two of them, it would instead raise the difficulty of clearing the stage to hellish.

This really wasn't a good plan.

"The teaching building's zombies are pretty much cleared." Touma Kazusa looked toward the sports field. "Let's head to the sports field."

"Yes, Master!" Ogiso Yukina's reply was crisp and decisive, her voice ringing strong and clear.