C31 (1/2)
In addition, every time the visible stream of air entered his mouth, his stomach would become a bit bigger.
”HOWL ~ ~”
After accumulating strength for about three seconds, his stomach swelled to the size of three human heads. Under everyone's suspicious gazes, he suddenly exploded, causing an ear-piercing growl to resound. He suddenly roared.
The moment the roar came out, the sound wave vibrated out from his mouth and spread throughout the entire arena, bringing along a sound wave. The moment the roar resounded out, the sound wave vibrated out and spread throughout the entire competition arena, bringing along a sound wave. Just like a pig being castrated, it was unbearable!
The sound wave attack had its limits, and with Bu Fang's strength, spreading it throughout the entire arena was already his limit. Moreover, for those who were stronger than him, the effect would be minimal, but for those below the bronze rank, it would be unbearable.
At this time, the situation was out of everyone's expectations and many people thought that Mo Chen would be intimidated because of this. However, after the sound wave had passed, Mo Chen covered his head and started to roll around on the ground.
Fuck, is this kid not afraid of sound waves? Or had he already run away? However, that's not right. This brat was the weakest here. He clearly felt his aura on the arena, yet it didn't disappear at all. What was going on?
Everyone had a big question on their minds. Before reaching the bronze rank, he was able to comprehend an ability that was not attached to a weapon, but could still be used. This already caused many people to be jealous of him; if even sound waves were ineffective, then damn it, they would even be able to destroy his heart.
This was truly infuriating!
”Faint Soul!” You damned fox spirit, don't hide! Just have a fair and square match with laozi! ”
When Bu Jinglian saw that his trump card did not achieve the desired result, he became agitated. If Bu Fang had not even used his trump card yet and this fellow had not appeared, then it would be equivalent to him being in the light while Mo Chen was in the dark. If he were to fight face to face with Bu Fang, then Bu Fang would have an absolute chance of winning.
However, just as the words left his mouth, he suddenly felt something grabbing onto the bend of his leg. Just as he was about to look down, his body suddenly sank down, his entire foot, all the way to his big leg. His body was also unstable for a moment, and with a ”bang”, he landed heavily on the ground!
All of this happened in the time it takes for two breaths. When Bu Fang managed to react, the ghost-like figure of Mo Chen suddenly appeared in front of him. He crossed his arms over his chest with a hint of a smile on his face. To lose so much face in front of his beloved, what kind of death was that? Therefore, Bu Jinglian was infuriated. His tadpole-like eyes were filled with rage as he roared, ”You little rascal! You're being shameless! ”You sneak attacked laozi!”
”Cheap Shot?” Lecherous? ”Heh heh heh …”
Hearing this, Mo Chen immediately laughed. Was there something wrong with his head? This was just relying on one's own strength! But come to think of it, he was indeed sick.
What was a martial arts competition? To put it bluntly, Mo Chen had defeated his opponents with his own ability. Mo Chen had not poisoned himself, nor did he play any sort of shady trick. He had only used his ability to make the opponent suffer a great loss, whereas this great loss was extremely fatal.