The entire school embarks on a survival journey, starting from a primeval rainforest.

Just as the axe was about to strike, he slipped and dodged the attack from the axe-wielding boy. At the same time, he used the boy as an obstacle to walk around him, leaving the sword-wielding boy behind him unable to use his strength.

The boy with the axe realized Jiang Fan's intention to play tricks on him, and immediately flew into a rage and swung at him again.

A terrifying gust of wind rushed towards him, making Jiang Fan's hair flutter. He took a slight step back, barely dodging the attack, and at the same time, his right hand swiftly picked up the wooden spear from the ground.

"What? You don't think you can defeat the two of us with this broken wooden spear, do you?" After a brief exchange, the boy with the axe had already sensed the strength of the person in front of him.

But he remained fearless.

If one's axe and longsword are no match for another's wooden spear, then...

I might as well just smash my head against a block of tofu and die.

"You'll know once you try." Jiang Fan chuckled. Only with the wooden spear in hand could he truly unleash his power.

"kill!"

Enraged that Jiang Fan had underestimated him, the axe-wielding boy roared and charged back with his companions.

This time, Jiang Fan advanced instead of retreating, his spear tip piercing out with pinpoint accuracy, striking the axe-wielding boy's right index finger. Blood spurted out instantly, and the axe fell to the ground.

Without pausing, he sidestepped the knife-wielding boy's horizontal strike, then smoothly and precisely aimed the spear tip at the boy's throat. The movement was fluid and seamless.

"So strong!" Yang Wanjun, who had just dodged a pounce from the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff, narrowed her eyes, finding Jiang Fan's strength incredible.

The sight of two companions instantly losing their fighting ability left the remaining members of the Honglu Society breathless.

Duan Biao's eyes turned sinister. Without the slightest hesitation, he shouted sharply, "Attack together! Cripple him first!"

As soon as the order was given, the other five members of the Honglu Society who were surrounding them, though wary, roared and charged forward from different directions under Duan Biao's accumulated power.

Knives, clubs, and even a rough chain hammer with stones tied to it whistled as they hurtled towards Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan remained expressionless, the wooden gun in his hand seemingly becoming an extension of his limbs.

The +4 mastery of gun weapons brings not only skill and accuracy, but also an almost instinctive battlefield awareness and rhythm control.

He moved nimbly on the limited open space, dodging and weaving, thrusting, parrying, and thrusting with his wooden spear.

Each move perfectly interrupted one person's attack.

Then, when the opponent's old strength is exhausted and new strength has not yet been generated, the gun barrel strikes heavily on the wrist, knee, ribs, and other non-lethal but powerful enough to temporarily incapacitate the opponent.

For a moment, muffled thuds and groans of pain filled the air.

Jiang Fan moved with ease amidst the attacks of five or six people, like a butterfly flitting among flowers or a gentle breeze flowing through a rock.

His strategy was clear: use speed and skill to inflict effective damage, reduce the enemy's manpower, and avoid being locked down by multiple people at close range.

However, the Honglu Society had a large number of members, and some of them were fierce.

Ignoring the excruciating pain from being struck on the shoulder by a gun barrel, one of them roared and lunged forward, trying to embrace Jiang Fan.

The other man seized the opportunity to swing his knife and slash at the back of Jiang Fan's head.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Fan's eyes, and he no longer held back.

He twisted his waist sharply, and before the wooden spear could be withdrawn, he used the butt of the spear as a club to swiftly and accurately stab the abdomen of the person attacking from behind.

The man let out a miserable howl and collapsed to the ground, curled up like a shrimp.

At the same time, Jiang Fan turned to the side and raised his leg, delivering a fierce side kick to the chest of the person who was rushing towards him, sending him flying backward and knocking down another companion.

In less than two minutes of fighting, only two members of the Honglu Society, besides Duan Biao, remained standing, and both were injured and looked terrified.

Although Jiang Fan was attacked during this time, all of his attacks were neutralized by the inner armor formed by the Heavenly Cloud Vine beneath his clothes, and he was not truly injured at all.

Duan Biao's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He stared intently at Jiang Fan, especially at the seemingly ordinary wooden spear that, in the other's hands, was like a divine weapon, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and rage.

He originally thought the opponent was just skilled, but he didn't expect him to be this strong. Nearly ten of his men were routed by the opponent with just one shot each.

"Withdraw!" Duan Biao squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, making a decisive decision.

He realized that the "Light of the Righteous Path" was determined to protect Yang Wanjun today, and their strength was unfathomable. If this dragged on any longer, and Yang Wanjun recovered and joined forces, he might really be doomed here.

Before he finished speaking, he had already retreated into the depths of the fog-shrouded rainforest.

The two uninjured members felt as if they had been granted a pardon and followed without hesitation.

Jiang Fan's original intention was to injure multiple people, making it difficult for the enemy to easily abandon their comrades, thereby achieving total annihilation.

However, he underestimated Duan Biao's ruthlessness and decisiveness, and overestimated the bonds these people had with their "comrades" in the post-apocalyptic environment.

Duan Biao and his two companions quickly disappeared into the mist, leaving behind only five members of the Honglu Society on the ground, who were injured and unable to move, groaning and cursing.

"Duan Biao! You fucking take us away!"

"Brother Biao! Don't leave us behind!"

Pleading and cursing failed to sway Duan Biao back to his senses.

Jiang Fan's eyes turned cold. Although he knew the dangers of letting a tiger return to the mountain, it was too late to pursue it now.

Moreover, Yang Wanjun was not in good condition, and the Leiwen Mastiff was still eyeing her covetously.

He showed no mercy.

The wooden spear flashed, swiftly and cleanly ending the lives of the five people on the ground.

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to one's own future.

Now that the battle has begun, the immediate threat must be completely eliminated.

After eliminating the potential threat, Jiang Fan calmed down from the discomfort of his first kill and immediately turned to look at the other side of the battlefield.

Yang Wanjun was already at her last gasp.

She had been fighting the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff for a long time, and her physical strength was greatly depleted. She had several wounds on her body, and her movements were obviously sluggish. She was only holding on with her strong will.

Although the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff was also stabbed in several places, its ferocity remained undiminished. Sparks crackled on its body as its attacks became increasingly violent.

"I'll handle it, you rest first." Jiang Fan joined the battle with his gun.

Upon hearing the sound, Yang Wanjun gritted her teeth and forcefully parried the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff's attack. Taking the opportunity, she leaped backward, leaning on her javelin and panting heavily. Her gaze towards Jiang Fan was incredibly complex.

There was gratitude for being saved from a desperate situation, a deep sense of apprehension about their strength, and a hint of barely concealed vigilance.

What is the background of this mysterious person who claims to be "the light of the righteous path" and has ridiculously strong abilities?

Jiang Fan ignored Yang Wanjun's complicated emotions; his attention was entirely focused on the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff.

This mutated beast was indeed quite powerful, even stronger than the mutated leopard they had encountered before. However, it was injured and had lost a lot of its strength due to Yang Wanjun's actions.

Jiang Fan utilized the superior control granted by his "Gun Weapon Mastery +4" to avoid directly confronting the Thunderhound with brute force. Instead, he used agile footwork and precise thrusts to constantly harass it.

He specialized in targeting the vulnerable parts of the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff, such as its injured forelimbs, mouth, nose, and eyes. The wooden spear in his hands became afterimages, and each attack made the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff roar repeatedly, but it was difficult to even touch the hem of Jiang Fan's clothes.

After several maneuvers, Jiang Fan seized upon a weakness revealed by the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff's overly aggressive attack and the instability caused by its old forelimb injury.

He moved swiftly forward, his wooden spear darting out like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair. Seizing the moment when the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff slightly opened its mouth in pain, the spear tip pierced through at a tricky angle, penetrating deep into its throat!

The massive body of the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff suddenly stiffened, emitting a hoarse, leaking air. Dark purple lightning crackled across its body a few times before dimming and collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, a fist-sized, more solid blue orb of light emerged from the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff's corpse. Jiang Fan didn't stand on ceremony; he stepped forward, and the orb of light transformed into a stream of light and entered his body.