1880: C1880 Explosive Hammer Demonic Beast(part Iii)

C1880 Explosive Hammer Demonic Beast(part Iii)

Lin Hao stomped his feet and shot towards the Mountain Drilling Bull in the hole like an arrow leaving the bow. Perhaps only the blood of the Demonic Beast in front of him could dampen the restless killing intent in Lin Hao's heart.1

"Moo! Moo!"

The Mountain Drilling Bull did not want to be outdone and let out a sorrowful cry. Its eyes were red as it kicked its legs and once again charged towards Lin Hao.

Today, it refused to believe that it had been roaming the first level for so long, and even a Third Grade demon beast didn't dare to disrespect it. Could it be that it couldn't get rid of a mere human youth?

The outcome was very obvious. Some people looked like harmless young men. However, in reality, it was a powerful Mystical Beast that was hidden deep within the ancient era. It had completely exceeded the scope of understanding between humans and Demonic Beast.

Bang!

A punch! Another ordinary punch!

It was precisely this punch that directly embedded the Mountain Drilling Bull into the mountain once more. That enormous bull tail swayed in the wind, as if it was narrating the bewilderment in its heart.

What kind of human was this? This was obviously the overlord of the Primordial Era that wore human skin!

It had seen countless humans, but it had never seen a human who could suppress it just by relying on the advantage of his body. That was something that even a third-grade demon beast could not accomplish. But now, it had truly happened right in front of it.

A dangerous grin emerged on Lin Hao's face as he dived down once again.

At this moment, a very strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

The human youth, whose body was in a disadvantageous position, looked like an eagle that was diving down. The fist in his hand was even more terrifying than the eagle's sharp beak.

As for this incomparably huge Mountain Drilling Bull, it was like a weak little chicken. Its eyes were filled with incomparable terror as it cowered on the ground like a headless goshawk.

How could a goshawk pity the fear and cowardice of a little chicken?

Lin Hao's fist landed on the Mountain Drilling Bull once more.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fist after fist, Lin Hao's fist mercilessly rained down like raindrops, and it fiercely smashed onto the Mountain Drilling Bull's body. Countless amounts of blood splashed out as if it wasn't worth anything.

"Moo! Moo!"

The Mountain Drilling Bull was incomparably fearful, and its body was violently twitching and shrinking. It only wanted to escape from Lin Hao's fist as soon as possible.

Who could understand the fear in the Mountain Drilling Bull's heart?

Lin Hao's fist was like a giant hammer. Every punch smashed the Mountain Drilling Bull until it had a concussion. Even the incomparably hard bones of the Mountain Drilling Bull were smashed to the point of near collapse.

At this moment, the Mountain Drilling Bull, who couldn't escape from Lin Hao's devilish palm, was filled with hatred. He hated Lin Hao, but he hated himself even more. Why did he have to take so many punches to grow such a huge body?!

Why did he have to be so resistant to punches? Even if it was just a second later, he could at least preserve the last bit of his face as the Demonic Beast. After all, no one wanted to carry the crime of being punched to death by a human's fist and go back to see the Desolate Beast sage.

Lin Hao, on the other hand, was getting more and more vigorous. He sat on the Mountain Drilling Bull with his fists opened and closed, just like how Wu Song smashed Ximen Qing with his fists. At this moment, Lin Hao could finally understand Wu Song's feelings back then.

It was not only because of hatred. In fact, this kind of violent feeling when fists hit flesh was definitely more exciting than a knife or a sword. At the very least, it was incomparable in terms of senses!

Even though Lin Hao's Bloodline was agitated, he still retained a great amount of rationality. At the very least, when Lin Hao suppressed the Mountain Drilling Bull, he could clearly see every move the Mountain Drilling Bull made next.

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