Chapter 194: Simple and Unpretentious Stripping (1/2)
Chapter 194: Simple and Unpretentious Stripping
Translator: E.3.3.Editor: Vermillion
The seventh master's ferocious face trembled and his mouth opened up in shock, wide enough to fit a huge tomato.
His knife, the one that he crafted out of precious, energy-loaded metal, actually… bent?!
How tough was the puppet before his eyes? With a swing of the knife… a huge chunk went missing, and more importantly, it was bent out of shape!
The red beam that flashed across his face unnerved him, but he quickly recovered, growling and grimacing at Whitey. With a loud clang, he threw the large knife in his hands aside.
”Damn it! Aren't you badass! Aren't you tough!” With a rip, the seventh master tore apart his shirt, revealing his bulky muscles, which were covered in dragon-like blue veins. Countless streaks of scars, like centipedes crawling about, made a ghastly sight.
”I stood on the tip of knifes as I fought for my life in the barbaric lands of Mozhou. Would I fear a robotic lump like you?!” The seventh master slammed a fist onto his chest, emitting a loud, muffled thud, as he bellowed at Whitey.
Boom!
As he howled, true energy burst out of the seventh master's body. His true energy was fierce, as if wild winds were roaring, brewing a storm that circled around him.
”Go to hell!”
The seventh master boomed. His entire body shook as he lifted a fist and aimed at Whitey, who continued standing still. This punch felt terrifyingly powerful, and even the air sounded like it was being ripped apart.
This was a punch that concentrated all of the seventh master's spirit energy. One should not be fooled by its simple appearance; it had much deeper implications. This punch contained a type of martial technique, in which there were traces of true energy circulating and at work. Once the punch landed, it would create a dreadful explosion!
This was the special martial technique of the Thirteen Bandits of Mozhou, Exploding Punch.
Luo Sanniang could feel the force and pressure from this punch, and her face instantly changed. For her, this punch exuded an unparalleled strength, beingsimply terrifying. It must be noted that she was a sixth grade Battle-Emperor herself, yet here was a being from the same echelon that presented a blow to her confidence to resist…
Whitey's robotic eyes continued to twinkle, its red beam flickering away.
Facing this punch, it actually stood still.
”Die!!!” The seventh master's face twisted into a ferocious look. His fist ripped through the air and smashed down mercilessly.
Boom!!
With a loud pound, the seventh master's punch fell on Whitey's plump belly without any reservation.
The belly sank in, and the seventh master's lips lightly curled up as he uttered a single word, ”Explode!”
Bang!!
A earsplitting noise shook the eardrums of everyone nearby, making their hearts beat faster. It was an explosion comparable to that of thunder storms, causing their entire bodies to tremble.
The seventh master took two steps back and laughed uncontrollably.
”Damn it! A metallic lump acting all badass in front of the seventh master. Today, you'll learn what the seventh master is made of!”
Bu Fang reached the entrance of the kitchen, heard the ear-piercing laughing, and knitted his brows into a frown. He flickered a glance at the guffawing seventh master, and coolly said: ”Whitey, stop playing around and throw him out directly. It bothers my eyes just to look at him.”
The sound of machinery whirred as Whitey's robotic head slightly tipped downward, the red beam from its mechanic eyes targeted the seventh master.
Whitey's sunken belly also gradually recovered under the gaze of the seventh master.
Bang!
Suddenly, Whitey's palm landed on the seventh master, who instantly felt a huge pressure. His entire body knelt onto the ground, his knees in a splitting pain as he grimaced and scowled.
”Rip!!”
The crispy sound of clothes being torn apart rang. The seventh master felt a cool breeze traveling through his lower body, and a terrible force smashing onto his body.
Spoosh Spoosh!
The seventh master flashed across in a graceful arch and landed in the floor of the alleyway, but his clothes were nowhere to be found.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the seventh master was excruciatingly enraged. He covered his nether regions, which continued feeling a cool breeze. As the cold wind whistled by, he felt a balls-jerking melancholy…
The seventh master's minions gaped, dumb as wooden chickens at the naked seventh master flying across their heads and landing meters away. Completely frightened, they envisioned ten thousand big black dogs charging towards them.
Rip! Rip!
”Troublemaker, you will be stripped as an example to others.”