932: Chapter 932 Trouble Cos Knocking 932: Chapter 932 Trouble Cos Knocking “I’ll see how long you can keep up that tough talk.” The skinny man lost his patience, and he swung his claws to attack once more with even greater lethal force, a strength that could crush stones.
Gu Fan saw the attack was fast and dense, knowing he couldn’t block it or dodge it.
In his dire straits, he thought of the “Vajra Body Protection” from the secret script of Martial Arts he had read before.
At that mont, with nothing to lose, Gu Fan followed the script’s thod to circulate his Qi, and then, with his eyes closed, he prayed for divine intervention.
The skinny man’s claws had already landed on Gu Fan’s shoulders, and with just a bit more force, he could have torn his flesh apart, but, unexpectedly, he found that he had only ripped Gu Fan’s clothes without inflicting any wounds on his body.
When Gu Fan opened his eyes and saw this unbelievable scene, he was overjoyed, “Fantastic, amazing, I did it, I have mastered this Martial Art.”
“No way, did he really master it?
Can it be that easy?” The fat man and the skinny man couldn’t accept the reality before them; they decided to attack once more, one with his claws, the other charging headlong.
The skinny man’s claws were sharper than blades, but no matter how he attacked, he couldn’t cause any wounds on Gu Fan, who could still feel the pain and clenched his teeth to endure it.
Finally, finally, when the skinny man’s onslaught weakened, Gu Fan spotted an opening and threw a solid punch, landing it squarely on the skinny man’s face, making him retreat.
The fat man charged and ramd right into Gu Fan, sending him flying who knows how far until he ultimately crashed against a stone wall during the flight, then heavily fell back to the ground.
“Oh my God, that hurts.” Gu Fan stood up, and although he wasn’t injured, the waves of pain were still there.
The fat man couldn’t believe it, “Impossible, even a first-rate expert would have to lie down for a while after taking a hit like that, yet this kid looks totally fine.”
The skinny man nodded, “This kid has improved so quickly, it seems it’s thanks to that secret script of Martial Arts.”
Gu Fan could feel it too and couldn’t help but cheer, “Haha, fantastic, this is what the practice of Martial Arts is for, I am so happy.”
“Happy my foot, don’t think you can strut around just because you’ve learned a trick or two.
Don’t get cocky; let’s see how I deal with you.” The fat man hastened his steps, rushing towards Gu Fan with a headlong charge again.
This ti, Gu Fan was prepared.
He saw the fat man’s montum and at the last mont, dodged out of the way, but he also stuck out a leg and tripped the fat man.
The poor fat man, charging too fiercely and not expecting a dirty move, tripped over and stumbled forward, eventually crashing headfirst into a wall, his nose bleeding profusely.
“Sorry about this!” Gu Fan followed up, kicking the fat man who was struggling to stand, forcing his head to hit the wall again.
After two consecutive hits, the fat man felt humiliated; he was furious, throwing a heavy punch that landed on Gu Fan’s body, and this ti the Vajra Body Protection was gone, and Gu Fan suffered a severe blow.
“Oh my God, it only lasted for such a short while.” Gu Fan had just learned the surface of Vajra Body Protection, unable to fight for a long ti, naturally no match for the combined force of the skinny and fat n.
“What the hell!” The chubby guy wiped his nosebleed and kicked Gu Fan away, adding injury to his wounds, pain to his ache.
Gu Fan started to doubt his life choices as he had never seen a fat man move with such speed and agility, his explosiveness was terrifying.
The skinny man joined in, grabbing Gu Fan’s neck with one hand and twisting his arm with the other, and sneered coldly, “Get it now, you’re no match for us, you’re just struggling in vain.”
“If he’s not your match, then what about ?” At this mont, Mo Yun jumped down from the rooftop, landing lightly and gracefully—her movents nothing like those of soone who snores in their sleep.
Seeing his savior, Gu Fan couldn’t help but beg for help, “Master, you finally ca, I missed you to death, you’re the most beautiful master in the whole world.”
“She’s your master?
Well then, both master and disciple can co at us.” It took a mont for the chubby and skinny guys to realize Mo Yun’s identity as the last of the Devil Cult.
Mo Yun was not one for idle talk, “Release the kid quickly, or don’t bla for being heartless.”
“Oh yeah, bring it on!” The skinny man had just finished speaking when a whip lashed out at him, scaring him into trying to grab it, but the whip jolted his hand, retracting it in pain.
Seeing his chance, Gu Fan quickly broke free and imdiately fled towards Mo Yun.
“Thinking of running!” The chubby guy wanted to chase after him, but the surging Demonic Qi emanating from Mo Yun reminded them both not to act rashly.
Although unwilling, the chubby and skinny n knew they were no match for Mo Yun and decided to retreat.
But before they left, they didn’t forget to say, “Mo Yun, and that kid, you’d better watch out.”
After watching the chubby and skinny n walk away, Gu Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and then turned around with grateful eyes to look at Mo Yun, “Thank you, beautiful master, if you hadn’t arrived in ti, I might have been in real trouble.”
Mo Yun gave a slight smile and replied, “As long as you know, let’s see if you dare leave on your own again.”
“Yeah, I will never casually leave you alone again.
I was lucky this ti.
If you had been even a step later, my little life would be ruined.” No sooner had Gu Fan said this than he saw Mo Yun shaking her head, “It’s not about being lucky.
Actually, I arrived quite early and was watching from the rooftop for a long ti.
I only stepped in when I saw you couldn’t hold on any longer.”
Gu Fan was utterly shocked, “What?
You watched getting beaten up like that, and you didn’t step in earlier?”
Mo Yun also looked sowhat troubled, “I didn’t expect you to be this helpless.
You were turned into a pig’s head after just a short fight.
I’m starting to regret taking you as a disciple.”
“What’s that supposed to an?
Is this your first ti being a master?
Don’t you know how to ntor a disciple?” Gu Fan said, making Mo Yun a bit embarrassed, “Sorry, you’re right.
You’re my first disciple.
Although I lack experience in ntoring, I will try my hardest.”
“I knew it!” Gu Fan couldn’t help but sigh, looking pitiable yet resigned to his fate.
“Co on, don’t be so downhearted.
Buck up.
I believe that under my tutelage, you will certainly progress from being a nobody to at least a third-rate character.” Mo Yun tried to inspire Gu Fan, but her words were sowhat off the mark, striking a blow to Gu Fan’s motivation.
Could his talent really be that poor?
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