Chapter 218 (1/2)

With a loud plop, the head bower was kicked to the ground and rolled into a ball. The table used for practice was also knocked to the ground. All kinds of things on it were scattered all over the ground, and bursts of white fog were steaming on the ground in an instant.

In the white fog, he Feng calmly walked in front of the headmaster, and then stepped on his heart.

”What are you? What the hell are you doing here?” he asked

The headmaster probably understood Chinese. After hearing he Feng's words, a trace of malice flashed in his eyes.

In my heart, there is great fear.

Because head Bowers do not belong to practitioners, they are just ordinary people's bodies, and even their bodies are not as good as ordinary people's bodies.

The reason for this is that when casting spells, the head lowering masters often eat something they shouldn't eat, do something they shouldn't do, and often bleed.

In this way, heavy metal poisoning, food poisoning, plus taking their own toxins and bleeding from time to time, can your body be good?

Typical sub-health physique, usually let them hide in the dark and be a grass man. It's OK, or do a spell to frame someone, which is what they are good at.

But when it comes to fighting, they can't even fight an ordinary person.

Because the body is too weak. Maybe some strong people can beat him to the ground with one punch and can't get up again.

He Feng did not dare to despise what he Feng said, because the tools he used to do have disappeared, and he is now lying on the ground. He can't move his chest when someone steps on it.

The pressure on his chest was very heavy. The head lowering master tried to struggle for several times, but he never got rid of it.

The brain kept telling him that he should be obscene and take a soft coat at this time.

After all, he who knows current affairs is a hero.

This is always the case.

”Sir, I'm just here to attract some soldiers and souls of the army,” said the head lowering division.

”What are you calling them here for?” He Feng asked. The strength on his feet gradually increased, and the head lowering division at the bottom was pressed out of breath.

He kept his mouth open and wanted to relax and absorb more air from the air.

However, he Feng will not let him achieve his wish.

One foot kept stepping on the headmaster's chest.

It compresses the head bower's lungs so that he can't breathe. The reason for doing so is that there is a criminal law with a principle similar to it.

That's waterboarding.

It is simple but effective to extract confessions by suffocating prisoners, because not everyone can bear the pain of suffocation.

”Put your son of a bitch.” He Feng stepped on the foot of the headmaster and made a slight effort.

Cluck! A series of noises came out, and some slight depressions had appeared in his chest.

His ribs were directly crushed by He Feng. He Feng felt a little helpless. Even if they were dying, they didn't like to tell the truth.

However, he doesn't worry about this problem. With the art of soul taking, he realizes that he can't even extort a confession by torture.