Chapter 946 Zhang Meng versus the Sand Demon, who is the real master of the desert?

"Ahem, Sand Demon Explosion?" Zhang Meng looked at the huge sand column in front of him with disdain on his face, "Are you going to be a big demon king or show me a sand sculpture?"

"You..." The anger on the mysterious man's face became more obvious, "Don't think you can easily deal with this move of mine! 'Sand Demon Explosion' is the strongest attack in the desert, even gods have to avoid it!"

“God?” Zhang Meng patted his sleeves and replied casually, “God is God, I don’t believe in it anyway. Your sand column is quite spectacular, it can really shake people dizzy, I don’t think I have much strength to resist.”

The mysterious man was stunned: "Do you really think you can dodge this?"

Zhang Meng spread his hands and said, "Don't worry. Let me see how powerful your Sand Demon Explosion is before I decide whether to fight back. After all, we still have to compete fairly, don't we?"

The mysterious man gritted his teeth: "You guy..."

"Hey, don't be anxious." Zhang Meng stood there lazily, "You are so imposing. Why don't you post it on your Moments with a picture of 'breaking the sandstorm' to promote our combat power and make it look like big news?"

"You--!" The mysterious man was so angry that he had nothing to say. He simply took out all his anger on the sand pillar. The energy continued to surge, and instantly formed a vortex of sandstorm, sweeping towards Zhang Meng.

"Wow, this operation is good!" Zhang Meng raised his eyebrows and waved his hand when he saw the sandstorm coming. "But, no, you dare to call yourself 'Sand Demon' with your level?"

"You--!" The mysterious man was so furious, as if the fire in his heart was about to devour his entire body.

"Okay, no more jokes." Zhang Meng suddenly put away the smile on his face, his eyes fixed, "Your trick really makes me a little nervous, don't pretend, you want me to be serious, right?"

The mysterious man was about to bury Zhang Meng in one go, but when he heard this, he hesitated: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You just want to kill me with your sandstorm, right?" Zhang Meng suddenly showed an evil smile on his face, "Don't think I don't know. Although your move is very powerful, it is impossible to completely suppress me!"

The mysterious man's expression suddenly changed: "You know?"

"I know it very well." Zhang Meng raised his eyebrows. "You have to know that the sandstorm itself is only an external threat, and your internal strength is the real key. If your internal strength is insufficient, the sandstorm is just an empty shell and can't kill anyone!"

The mysterious man was suddenly a little flustered, and was about to concentrate all his strength when suddenly a "boom" was heard, and the sandstorm exploded violently, turning into countless grains of sand that flew everywhere.

"What?" The mysterious man was stunned for a few seconds, and then the dust around him seemed to become quiet.

Zhang Meng raised his lips and said, "Well, you didn't expect that, did you? Your sandstorm is not fast enough for my 'game mode'!"

"Game mode?" The mysterious man was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what Zhang Meng was talking about, and his heart was shocked, "Who are you!?"

"Me?" Zhang Meng touched his chin. "Actually, there's nothing special about it. I just play games and read novels at home, and make a cup of milk tea."

"You..." The mysterious man wanted to say something, but when he looked up suddenly, he saw Zhang Meng appear in front of him like a shadow.

"Just wait, you're dead today!" The mysterious man finally couldn't help it and waved his hands. The sand column condensed again and smashed towards Zhang Meng frantically.

"Hey, you're using that trick again?" Zhang Meng chuckled and took out a small magic weapon from his arms. The corners of his mouth turned up. "Your handful of sand looks powerful, but have you ever thought about how sand is made?"

The mysterious man obviously didn't understand and was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple." Zhang Meng smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and swung them vigorously, "I'm not the kind of person you think! Sand... is not worthy at all!"

As soon as Zhang Meng finished speaking, a dazzling light flashed in the air, instantly sweeping away all the sand and dust. The sand in the entire desert also stopped because of the suppression of this force, as if separated by some invisible barrier.

The mysterious man's eyes were completely dark, the sandstorm in front of him disintegrated instantly, and the dust around him quickly receded. He couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly at all, and he was panicked.

"Oh, Sand Demon? You are nothing but a servant of Sand Dust." Zhang Meng sneered. He stood there with his eyes as sharp as a knife. "Since you are ready to die, I will give you a great gift."

"You..." A trace of panic flashed in the mysterious man's eyes, and suddenly he regained some rationality: "What do you want to do?"

"What?" Zhang Meng said with a smile, "I'm not doing anything. I just think it's ridiculous that you want to use this primitive power of the sand demon to deal with me. Do you know that I am a man with 'great wisdom'?"

"You... who are you?" The mysterious man finally couldn't help asking, his eyes full of disbelief.

Zhang Meng raised his chin, and the mysterious man couldn't help feeling a chill when he saw that relaxed smiling face.

"Do you want to know?" Zhang Meng's voice suddenly became low, with a hint of teasing, "Let me tell you, I'm not some legendary 'hero', I'm just an ordinary person who likes to be funny!"

"An ordinary person?" The mysterious man frowned, puzzled. "You said you are an ordinary person, but the aura and power on you..."

Zhang Meng looked at him with a half-smile: "You know what? This is my biggest secret - I have a super awesome superpower, which is to make the enemy never understand what I am doing."

Mystery man:"……"

"Okay, that's enough." Zhang Meng shook his hands and said coldly, "I'll give you one last chance. Tell me, do you want to live or die more easily?"

Sweat instantly poured out on the mysterious man's forehead, and his face gradually lost all the strength he showed: "You...you..."

“Stop saying you’re a sand demon or something like that. You’re just a character who can’t even beat the dungeon in my game.” Zhang Meng said lazily.

The mysterious man looked at Zhang Meng, and had completely given up all thoughts of resistance. The sandstorm in his heart collapsed instantly, and he lost all will to resist.

Zhang Meng shrugged. "I don't want to do it, really. But you, the Sand Demon, are so boring that I can't help but do it."

After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped it lightly. The entire desert suddenly became extremely quiet, and the sandstorm completely dissipated under this palm.

The mysterious man fell down helplessly, and everything in front of his eyes went blank.

"What a poor fellow." Zhang Meng took his hand back and smiled, "But I still like this feeling of 'passing the level with one palm'. It's easy and labor-saving."

Then he turned and walked away as if the fierce battle had never taken place.