Three fat won, linked together, launched a triple assault, like a mountain of flesh descending from above.
As they attacked, the fat on their bodies seed almost alive, surging like waves, appearing sinister and terrifying.
The shadow of their bodies already enveloped Duan Yun, and even if he wanted to retreat, it was too late.
At this mont, he swiftly grabbed the bench from beneath him and raised it with a shout, "I strike!"
Faced with the terrifying impact of the mountains of flesh, Duan Yun wielded a simple bench strike.
In the Martial World, a bench strike is an exceptionally common attack thod, widely used among hooligans and inexperienced Jianghu people.
Yet in this mont, against the fearful impact of the at Bodhisattva, Duan Yun used this ordinary move.
The bench struck three tis consecutively, landing on each of the three mountains of flesh.
Compared to the imposing power of the at Bodhisattva, these three strikes seed as futile as an ant shaking a tree, yet bizarrely, the bodies of the three mountains of flesh flipped violently, bouncing away like a cannonball.
The floor of the entire teahouse sank downward, yet it wasn’t completely smashed through.
It’s fair to say that Duan Yun bore the brunt of these three at tanks.
Everyone was stunned, as if the bench in Duan Yun’s hand had a mysterious magic, effortlessly resolving the assault.
This was all because he added rotation.
The rotating Spring Rain Blade Power emanated from the bench, not cutting sharply from a blade’s edge, but with a Soft Strength.
This Soft Strength, leveraging four ounces to move a thousand pounds, sent the three at Bodhisattvas flying.
The rotating at Bodhisattvas collided with each other, their fat clashing and producing wave-like sounds.
With a thud, they crashed into the mountain wall by the roadside, as if they had beco a mass of flesh.
Such an impact would definitely an broken bones and flesh for ordinary people, but for the at Bodhisattvas, it was nothing.
Their fat was too thick, making it difficult to injure their core.
They felt slightly dizzy, but as their fat rhythmically wriggled, they still managed to stand.
However, their stand was only montary, as Duan Yun had already raised the bench and ca crashing down again.
The at Bodhisattvas, just risen, were knocked to the ground again.
This ti, Duan Yun aid for their heads.
The at Bodhisattvas were covered in fat, but their heads were relatively normal, yet they didn’t bleed.
It was because, by this ti, the fat on their bodies had surged to cover their faces and heads, forming thick layers that thwarted the assault.
Nevertheless, the bench with revolving Sword Power still left them dizzy and disoriented.
Even more terrifying for the trio of at Bodhisattvas was the pain they soon felt.
In mid-air, Duan Yun’s boots had already been tossed to Leng Ying.
In the instant Leng Ying tucked the boots against his chest, Duan Yun leaped up.
"Toe Sword!"
"Skyward!"
The air was suddenly filled with the dense sound of piercing through the air, as Duan Yun’s feet transford into a blur, unleashing bright white Sword Qi.
The frenzy of Toe Swords penetrated the air, incredibly dense.
Following that, a shrill scream echoed.
This scream was frightening.
Especially for the two senior at Bodhisattvas, who were truly shocked and scared.
It was because they recognized it as their junior’s voice, which also ant that their junior’s impregnable fat had been breached!
It’s known that even though their junior was not yet fully skilled, her talent far surpassed them, aning she wasn’t much weaker than the two.
In the eyes of others, Duan Yun’s feet ford a continuous blur, while the Sword Qi unleashed by his toes was like a torrential rain.
Duan Yun knew that the at Bodhisattvas’ fat was thick and strange, but all of this was relative.
Ordinary Jianghu people couldn’t break through their defense because they weren’t fast or sharp enough.
In the blink of an eye, Duan Yun unleashed over twenty Toe Swords, each one striking the sa spot, naly the nose of this at Bodhisattva.
Under such a terrifying and continuous assault, even the thick fat of the at Bodhisattva was broken through.
Like nails, the Toe Swords hamred into the at Bodhisattva’s face, releasing white fat, followed by blood—red, green, purple, as if a dye shop was opening.
The other two at Bodhisattvas had swiftly climbed up, their fat hands writhing like old tree roots forming fat strips, smashing towards Duan Yun’s back.
This strike had formidable force, but the cultivation technique of Qingni Temple was quite eerie, producing no sound in the initial stages, only at the end did it roar like a missile striking Duan Yun’s back.
Yet Duan Yun didn’t even turn his head, as if he had eyes on his back, he spun, his body brushing past the two whistling fists, crashing towards the faces of the two at Bodhisattvas!
"Too slow."
As soon as the words fell, Duan Yun’s two knees heavily struck the fat faces of the two at Bodhisattvas.
Their fat trembled into waves, from which three broken teeth flew out.
Yes, even though they used all their strength, using True Qi to drive their fat to resist the blow, they still couldn’t withstand it.
This guy’s force was indeed too intense.
Even so renowned Grandmasters in the Martial World would struggle to have such might.
Who is this guy?
Though Duan Yun’s knee strikes knocked out their teeth, he still felt the result was less than expected.
It could only be said that thick skin truly had its advantages; what would be a deadly blow for others, only caused injuries for these three at Bodhisattvas.
But...
"Fortunately, this Young Hero is the Dual Masters of Sword and Saber Teeth!"
Duan Yun leaped up, drawing both sword and saber!
"Sword! Blade!"
"Wind!"
"Storm!"
As he descended from the air, the sword and saber in his hands had beco a spinning storm, smashing directly towards the two senior at Bodhisattvas.
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