Chapter 242: The Chaos of Qingcheng

With Chen Fan's participation, clearing out the strange beasts became incredibly simple.

Half an hour later, Chen Fan had killed more than 80 strange beasts.

Having witnessed Chen Fan's methods of killing strange beasts as if they were chickens, this group of soldiers had lost count of how many times they had exclaimed in shock.

"Officer, who is this young man? To have such strength at such a young age?"

"That's right, Officer Mu, how do you know this person?"

This group of soldiers clearly did not know Chen Fan.

Mu Hongtao said with some pride: "You joined Yuliang Pass quite late and haven't seen him, but you should have heard of him. He is the Provincial Top Scholar of Shannan Province, the heroic youth who saved Qingcheng City, and the Fan God who crushed a crowd of prodigies in the current Freshman League."

"Ah! So it's him!" The crowd exclaimed one after another, their eyes filled with worship as they looked at Chen Fan.

Especially the young soldiers, whose feelings of worship were overflowing.

"No wonder he's so strong, so it's the Fan God."

"Fan God is awesome!" The crowd cheered.

Another half hour passed, and all the strange beasts above the fifth tier nearby had been killed by Chen Fan.

He looked at Mu Hongtao and said: "I'll leave the remaining low-tier strange beasts to you. I'm going back to the city to take a look."

Chen Fan was still worried about Wang Yanran and Chen Tongtong.

"Everyone, attention, salute." Mu Hongtao used his only remaining arm to snap a standard military salute.

The soldiers behind him also saluted in unison.

They knew deeply that if not for Chen Fan, this group of them might have all died here.

Chen Fan took Cat Girl, sat on Qingyou, and left.

The urban area of Qingcheng City had also suffered from the beast tide's invasion; along the way, Chen Fan saw many corpses of strange beasts.

Chen Fan was burning with anxiety and landed directly on the roof of his own building riding Qingyou.

Yangguangyuan Residential Quarter showed no signs of destruction by strange beasts, and Chen Fan felt relieved.

He teleported and appeared directly in Wang Yanran's home.

"Huh, not here?" Chen Fan frowned: "Today is Saturday, school is on break. Where would Sister Yanran go?"

Chen Fan hurriedly called Wang Yanran, but no one answered.

He called three times in a row, still no answer.

Chen Fan grew anxious.

At this moment, alarm sounds rang out frantically from outside the window.

"All citizens, a large number of strange beasts have appeared at Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School. Please, ability users in the city, go and provide support!!"

"All citizens, a large number of strange beasts have appeared at Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School. Please, ability users in the city, go and provide support!!"

Police cars whizzed by, the alarm sounds stimulating the nerves of everyone in Qingcheng City.

"How could there be a large number of strange beasts in the school? My child is still at school!"

"Didn't the school notify students to go to school for refuge? How could there be strange beasts there?"

"Child's father, hurry to the school to save our girl!"

The citizens of Qingcheng City exploded; after all, who didn't have children?

Almost all the parents of students rushed out of their homes the moment they heard the news, charging toward the school.

Chen Fan also instantly grew panicked.

He teleported back to the roof.

"Qingyou, go, to Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School!"

At this moment, inside Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School, it was in total chaos.

Dozens of strange beasts were frantically slaughtering the teachers and students on campus.

All the teachers and students were fleeing frantically; in just three minutes, this place had become a living hell.

Cries and wails echoed over the campus.

Wang Yanran was also fleeing while holding Tongtong, but it was precisely because she was holding Tongtong that she fell to the very back of the group.

A strange beast lunged over, its giant mouth biting toward Wang Yanran.

Just at this moment, a figure rushed over, blocking this strange beast; the person who arrived was none other than the principal of No. 3 Middle School, Zhang Zongwen.

"Run!" He shouted loudly, blocking the rushing strange beast all by himself.

However, there were too many strange beasts, and they were too strong; he alone could not hold back this group of strange beasts.

"All teachers of the Martial Arts Class, get up there for me! None of you are allowed to retreat!"

"Everyone else, run quickly! Save as many as you can!"

Zhang Zongwen shouted hysterically! His facial features were ferocious, having become extremely flushed due to congestion.

Several teachers from the Martial Arts Class also gritted their teeth and blocked in front of the teachers and students, buying time for the others.

However, the strange beasts appearing here were at least third-tier; they simply couldn't hold them back.

In a short while, everyone fell into a pool of blood, leaving only Zhang Zongwen still fighting.

"You beasts, you cannot harm my students, get out of here!"

Facing the beast herd alone, he was like a mad demon; the weapon in his hand had been hacked until the edge was rolled.

After killing three strange beasts in succession, his entire body was covered in wounds, and he had become a bloody person.

He could no longer hold his blade, and his body staggered and fell to the ground.

The beast herd swarmed up and instantly swallowed him.

Piercing screams came, making one's teeth ache just listening to them.

At this moment, Zhang Zongwen lay in a pool of blood, letting the strange beasts tear at his body; he did not move, and the experiences of his life flashed quickly through his mind.

He closed his eyes, and blood slid down from the slits of his eyes.

"My life can be considered meaningful, after all, I cultivated Chen Fan, this monster."

He couldn't help but mock himself, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc.

At this moment, the sharp claws of an Iron-Boned Wolf had already pierced his chest and torn his heart.

However, just as Zhang Zongwen's life reached its final moment, that fourth-tier bottleneck that had imprisoned him for a full 20 years finally broke; he had actually broken through to the fourth tier.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly; if this moment had come a minute earlier, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and a powerful Qi force sent the surrounding strange beasts flying.

With the help of this brief moment of final radiance, he exploded with all his might, killing ten strange beasts in succession.

Just as he prepared to kill the 11th strange beast, his movements stopped abruptly, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

He fell on his back, but his eyes remained glaring in anger.

"Principal!" Everyone who saw this scene cried until their eyes were red.

"Uncle Zhang, is he dead?" Tongtong looked up at Wang Yanran, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes.

Wang Yanran held back her tears and buried Tongtong's head in her arms, not letting her see the scene of Zhang Zongwen's body being torn apart by strange beasts.

"Your Uncle Zhang is tired and has gone to rest in another place." Wang Yanran comforted her.

In a short while, only a few bones of Zhang Zongwen remained on the spot.

This group of strange beasts lunged toward the crowd once again.

At this moment, Chen Fan in the air also had red eyes; he had witnessed Zhang Zongwen's death with his own eyes!

In the end, he had arrived a moment too late.

"You really deserve to die!" Chen Fan leaped down from Qingyou, his whole body surging with thunder, instantly sweeping away the surrounding strange beasts.

Seeing the newcomer clearly, the teachers and students all wept with joy.

"It's Chen Fan, he's back."

"It's Senior Chen who has come to save us!"

Tongtong looked at the figure covered in thunder, tears of grievance flowing down: "It's big brother."

Chen Fan glanced at Wang Yanran and Tongtong in the crowd but did not go over immediately; instead, he stood at the place where Zhang Zongwen died and lowered his head in contemplation.

A moment later, he bent down and, from the minced meat on the ground, picked out the broken bones he believed belonged to Zhang Zongwen.

After all, when a person dies, they must be buried.

He carefully wrapped them in a piece of cloth and said in a deep voice: "Old Zhang, go in peace!"

PS: Little friends, do not forget history, cherish the memory of the martyrs, let us pay tribute to all those who heroically sacrificed themselves, salute!!! ===== CHAPTER 243 =====