Chapter 272 (1/2)
With the infusion of blood, my eyes are red. It's a kind of thick unwillingness. Seeing that I want to defeat Zhao Wente, but because of my negligence, I have suffered the erosion of iron sand palm. This strong burning feeling, when I changed into an ordinary person, has long been suffering from dizziness. At this time, my mind has been supporting, as if there is a sigh echoing in my ear. Shifu is observing nearby. She sees me Should I be disappointed to lose like this?
No, I want to get her approval, no matter how much it costs, but the pain, a little bit to dissipate my consciousness, just when I am going to faint, ”want to win him?” A sudden male voice, as if from hell, reverberated in my mind.
”Who are you!” I was shocked. Is this a conscious communication?
”It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that you want to beat him or not?”
”Yes, but it's too hard for me to beat him.” I respond without thinking, and I don't know whether this is my illusion or whether it really exists.
”What's the difficulty? Just put your body under the control of this seat and beat him to find teeth.” The mysterious voice rang out again.
”Good.” At this stage, I have no choice. With the fading of my consciousness, I can clearly feel that my body is out of control, and I can't feel any pain. An extremely terrifying force, like a tide, flows out of my Dantian.
A moment ago, I was still dying, suddenly stood up, with a cold smile on my face, like a cold butcher.
This kind of evil power, which is full of expansion, is so powerful that even compared with the old man Zhao, it is still a little bit too strong.
”GA.” No one thought that I could stand up again.
”Well, it's just a matter of lingering.”
”He didn't have a chance to win when he got the iron grip.”
The next moment, my body shape flies, the speed is incredible, just like the blink, compared with before, it is absolutely different.
Without waiting for Zhao Wente's reaction, I threw out a fist, and the evil force in my body gathered on my arm. I felt invincible. Zhao Wente snorted coldly, and couldn't help but dodge. My reaction was faster, and I continued to throw at him at a speed contrary to common sense.
Zhao Wente was a little caught off guard, so he had to use the iron sand palm again. Before that, he was able to take the upper hand. But once again, Zhao Wente's strength was extremely weak.
”Bang.” A muffled sound spread. Zhao Wente was under the strong force and had a brainstorm. He transformed these forces into his legs, but his body moved back quickly, as if he had been pushed by something.
Zhao Wente was about to fall out of the challenge arena. All the people were staring at him. Before that, Mr. Zhao specially emphasized the rules. Once anyone left the challenge arena first, he would lose.
Before they react, my body moves again, and directly grabs Zhao Wente's shoulder. When I pull back, Zhao Wente is like a frightened bird with an unbelievable look on his face. But he wants to fight back at the first time. The evil power in my body, like a continuous River, envelops him. In a moment, Zhao Wente loses the resistance. This is the first time It's the ultimate pressure.