Chapter 105: Wait a Moment_3
Anyway, Liao Ping was defending the basement door, so pushing these three back in, whether there's one more or one less, wouldn't make a difference.
"Alright!"
Liao Ji nodded.
If they can't be killed or suppressed, it would be a waste of effort. It's better to push them back in and let Liao Ping keep blocking.
"Liao Ping, step aside for a moment."
Su Yue shouted.
Upon hearing this, Liao Ping moved to the side.
Instantly, two heretic disciples tried to rush in, but unfortunately, before they could step over the threshold, they encountered human-shaped projectiles, getting smashed and tumbling back.
Taking advantage of the chaos among the heretic disciples, another two were thrown back in.
One couldn't deny that these heretic disciples seemed to have quite stiff brains, or perhaps... low intelligence.
Su Yue thought about it and found it understandable. As per Dai Yuegui's account, orphans captured by the Yangxiang Sect are raised as desperados from a young age. They are only taught obedience and sacrifice, without any intellectual development.
This group of riff-raffs having low intelligence is therefore understandable.
"Everyone, line up in a dragon formation to prevent people inside from pushing Liao Ping. We must guard the basement!"
A student said.
Indeed, normal people have higher intelligence.
To prevent the insiders from forcefully pushing Liao Ji, the students from the potential class stacked up one by one, forming a dragon-like shape, with the last person's body already leaning against the closest wall.
In this way, even if they had more people, they couldn't forcefully push Liao Ping out.
However, the dim-witted riff-raffs inside were still using unskilled Vigorous Fist to attack Liao Ping, with some using knives.
They had yet to think of combining to forcefully push.
As for the shield,
it had long been shattered.
Liao Ping, tears streaming down, gripped the door frame tightly with his palms, his nails breaking, wholly unaware.
At this moment, his mind was blank, unable to think of anything.
Just as a piece of tortoise shell shield appeared, it was shattered instantly, the combat methods had barely any effect.
"Liao Ping, you must hold on. If you die, I'll be next.
"There are more than ten students behind you."
Hearing his classmates' voices from behind, Liao Ping clenched his teeth, a fierce flame igniting within his chest.
I, Liao Ping, am not a waste.
I can protect others, I can buy time for everyone.
Endure.
I must endure, I can endure.
I, Liao Ping, am not a waste.
Su Yue and Liao Ji had already left, beneath his headgear, Liao Ping's entire face was twisted from pain.
Indeed.
The plow skin armor can prevent cuts.
But against the impact of Gang Qi, he still has to physically withstand it.
Liao Ping is also made of flesh and blood.
The reason he's persevering is solely due to the conviction burning in his heart.
Inside the basement, a dragon formation made up of students blocked one entrance.
...
Hall!
Under the students' transport, unconscious civilians had been neatly gathered together, making this area relatively safer.
Su Yue and the others guessed correctly, the two doors leading to the rooftop were truly dangerous.
Lu Xinrong ran between the two doors, whichever side's defense weakened, he would assist, sometimes even killing a heretic disciple rushing in.
Although he could barely kill them, it came at a high cost, completely not worth it.
Every heretic disciple that got in increased the danger for the civilians inside.
Lu Xinrong was also the last line of defense for the family members of martial artists.
"Did the basement fall?"
Seeing Su Yue and the others come up, Lu Xinrong nearly fainted.
"No, we can hold it for a while. We can come help at the rooftop!"
Su Yue said while observing the situation.
At the east gate, a Second Grade captain had already died, his whole body battered beyond recognition, his death grim.
The shield was long shattered, the others using their flesh to block, total collapse was only a matter of time.
There was no other way, the heretic disciples on the rooftop included those of Second Grade.
The situation at the west gate was better, but two Investigation and Arrest Bureau team members had also died, collapse was inevitable.
Director, how long can the two doors hold?
Su Yue asked.
"The east door, probably about 15 minutes."
"The west door, 20 minutes, I guess."
Lu Xinrong spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and smiled bitterly.
In fact, he no longer knew why they were resisting, he was fighting purely on instinct.
"How long until the admiral breaks through the Life Rope Net?"
Su Yue asked again.
"At the fastest, two hours. The admiral is already doing his best."
Lu Xinrong opened an iron box.
Inside was a line of black vials, which Lu Xinrong directly injected into the blood vessel in his arm.
In an instant, his entire arm turned red, the skin seemingly burning with flames.
"Ugh... Ah..."
Lu Xinrong couldn't help but roar, his body curled, his expression twisted, as if suffering from excruciating torture.
"Director, is this the strong radiation needle?"
Su Yue's face turned stony, his heart racing.
The strong radiation needle.
It can rapidly restore Qi Blood within the body but entails unprecedented pain, akin to the sensation of severe burns, comparable to having bones scraped by a steel blade, unbearable even for iron-clad soldiers.
Beside him were scattered empty vials.
Apparently, Lu Xinrong had already injected several doses, sustaining himself nearly on the strong radiation needle during this period.
How painful must this be.
Su Yue had read in books, that even soldiers in wet regions would find ten doses worse than death.
Lu Xinrong had injected at least five doses.
This man must be made of iron.
"I am the director of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau. I must die before any civilian does, it is my duty."
Lu Xinrong's face was contorted in agony, he unbelievably bit off half of his lower lip.
How painful must this be.
The strong radiation needle is exceedingly painful, but its effectiveness is unparalleled.
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