C202 Mysterious Youth
Pei Feng's words made Ling Sha, who was driving, pale in fear.
To be able to understand the core profound meanings of her Moratops Sect medicine, she was truly a god!
One had to know that the core meaning of refining medicines was extremely secretive in terms of Moratops Sect. If a disciple were to reveal it, they would be flogged to death by the most severe punishment, but in Pei Feng's eyes … The core profound meanings of Moratops Sect medicine refinement methods were not secrets at all, and were already seen through by him with a glance!
This Young Grandmaster … It was truly unfathomable, too terrifying!
The situation on the side of the Hummer had already changed drastically. The Qipao woman was not ordinary and could still hold on, but Wei Zixuan, on the other side, was covered in blood and was on the verge of losing.
The ape arm boxing technique of the Mountain Province was known for its ferocity and invincibility. However, this was the first time he felt despair facing Singer who possessed a body refining medicine and the incomparably ferocious giant iron Buddha head that had swept away everything in his hands.
To think that he would be completely suppressed by such a force. He was simply unable to breathe, unable to keep up with the pressure, making it difficult for him to even take a single step!
This Hengzuo Country guy's entire body was as hard as wood, his strength was huge and heavy, his fighting style was berserk and ferocious, it was stronger than any of his previous opponents!
If he kept defending for long, he would definitely lose. Under Singer's extremely fierce and tight buddhist attack, Wei Zixuan finally could no longer withstand the crushing weight of the iron buddhist head. With a "kacha" sound from his left knee, he kneeled on the ground with a loud crash.
Even the cement ground did not seem to be able to withstand the weight of this iron Buddha head. Wei Zixuan's knees hit the ground and stone chips flew everywhere. The ground actually forcibly cracked open!
"Ah!
The knee joint was torn, and Wei Zixuan could not bear the pain anymore. He screamed and struggled to stand up.
But before he raised his head, a gust of wind howled up. Singer swung his Iron Buddha head and smashed it down onto Singer's head like a thunderbolt!
"Tsk tsk!" I will smash you to death! "
This blow was even more brutal than the previous ones. Before the iron Buddha head had arrived, the strong wind had already blown on his face as if it had been cut by a knife!
This attack was unavoidable. Wei Zixuan's eyes widened as he roared and raised his arm to block.
"Boom!"
With a loud sound, rocks and dust flew in all directions.
This attack was too heavy …
Wei Zixuan's whole body felt as if it was smashed into the ground, his tall and burly body was bent and deformed.
"Puff -!"
A mouthful of blood mist gushed out. Wei Zixuan's face was like golden paper. Blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were unfocused. He was a bit dazzled by the impact.
The knee joint on his left leg completely cracked, and his pants were ripped into strips by the suppressed energy. Even four of his teeth had instantly crumbled …
At this moment, Wei Zixuan was at the end of his tether and was on the verge of collapse. One more attack and he would undoubtedly die!
"Your Martial Master of Divine State Country is truly a piece of trash! Before I die, let me tell you, you are my 21st Martial Master of Divine State Country.
"Hu!"
The wind whistled. Singer rose up and leaped high into the air. He held the iron Buddha's head with both hands and smashed down on the swaying Wei Zixuan from high up in the air!
"Wei Zixuan!"
Not far away, the cheongsam woman screamed miserably. She couldn't even defend herself. Her hair was in disarray from the attack of Kun Du as she staggered back, unable to free herself to save Wei Zixuan.
Just as the giant iron Buddha head was about to hit the top of Wei Zixuan's head, a slender hand appeared out of nowhere and blocked Wei Zixuan's head, blocking the incoming iron Buddha head!
"Bam!"
Such a violent and frightening attack suddenly came to a standstill, as if it had suddenly been switched to a stationary screen …
Singer was shocked.
This was his true full power attack!
The power of this strike could even instantly smash a huge bear rhinoceros. Even if his master were to personally make a move, he would not be able to stop this thunder-like attack. However, he was easily stopped by a single hand.
That feeling... It was as though someone had used a feather to gently lift up a mountain. It was extremely shocking!
At that moment, everyone was shocked. Even Kun Du stopped and stared fixedly at the young man who suddenly appeared beside Wei Zixuan. He was wearing a white sports coat.
The flag-robed woman also breathed softly as she stared at Pei Feng, who was holding the Iron Buddha's head in his hand. Her eyes were filled with fear.
The palm instantly transformed into a fist, moving as fast as lightning as it struck against the iron Buddha's head.
Pei Feng's punch seemed casual, but it was just a casual raise of his arm. However, it produced a low and distant sound of a bell, as if a huge tree was smashing into the cauldron.
This bell-cauldron sound was not as loud and deafening as the sound of Iron Buddha's head smashing before. However, Singer held Iron Buddha's head and staggered back more than ten steps before he managed to forcibly block the collapsing situation.
His hands, which were holding the iron Buddha head, were trembling slightly. Shockingly, all of them had ruptured, and their blood was flowing out like a river.
"You just said …" You had previously smashed a total of twenty Martial Master of Divine State Country s to death, didn't you? "
His voice was calm and slow, but it was filled with endless killing intent, causing one's hair to stand on end.
Their eyes met, and a silver light flashed across Pei Feng's pupils, as if carrying some kind of mysterious magic. Singer could not help but be dazed for a moment, and then blurted out: "Yes."
The moment the words left his mouth, he suddenly shuddered and regained consciousness.
What kind of person was this?
His iron Buddha head weighed 2500 Jin, and the strength that it smashed down from the sky was probably more than 10,000 Jin!
He actually used one hand to lightly hold it?
How was this possible?!
Even if his master were to personally make a move, it would be impossible for her to block his full strength attack so easily!
Hallucination...
This was definitely an illusion!
Pei Feng walked slowly towards him with his hands behind his back.
"Alright, since you admit to killing twenty Martial Master of Divine State Country s, then I will hit you twenty times. Each punch will give you one life, not one mistake less."
Pei Feng's voice was not loud. It was low and dull, but his words were clear and they entered everyone's ears.
"After twenty punches, if you are still alive, I will let you leave on your own. I will not break your promise."
Hearing this, everyone's expression changed.
Although his voice was not loud, but how arrogant and domineering his words sounded!
20 punches, if I don't kill you, you can let me go …
It was obvious how strong Singer was, but this young man in a white sportswear clearly didn't put him in his eyes.1
Moreover, the meaning behind his words was very clear — Singer could either lose or die, there was no possibility of winning!
"Who are you?"
A stiff and low Chinese voice suddenly rang out.
Singer slowly carried the Iron Buddha head on his back, while an unprecedented look of seriousness appeared on his face.
For the other party to say such words, he must be confident of his victory.
The amazing punch he used just now had given him a deep sense of caution – this young man … He absolutely could not be underestimated!
But to say that 20 fists would kill him...
Singer sneered in his heart. He didn't believe it at all.
He had a powerful life-saving technique, the Pulse Breaking Secret Technique. Once it was used, let alone this young man in front of him, even if his master were to personally act, it would be impossible to take his life in twenty punches!
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