Bang! Bang! Bang!
Not giving him any ti to react, the opponent continuously blasted his palms, creating a series of explosive muffled sounds, transforming into chaotic afterimages.
The two of them fought and retreated, the cent ground shattering repeatedly, with countless footprints and potholes appearing.
A basketball hoop was grazed by a kick and snapped off, flying into the air.
Zhou Wuren’s expression grew increasingly grim as he fought in earnest, suddenly charging forward with a punch.
The Suluo elder sidestepped swiftly, the graffiti-covered wall exploded into pieces, scattering fragnts of bricks everywhere.
The continuous sounds erupted as their arms and legs turned into the most ferocious weapons, creating a flurry of afterimages that shattered everything around them.
Seeing this, Zhou Cheng in the convoy smacked his lips in awe, thinking to himself that if it were him, he would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.
He hurriedly turned to look at Uncle Yuan, who seed to know he was about to ask, and shook his head gently.
"They are both very strong, already standing at the pinnacle of the Fourth Rank, making it difficult to easily determine a winner."
"Suluo’s involvent in this martial arts exchange is definitely well-thought-out. This seems to be a targeted probe and won’t easily end."
As he spoke, he looked towards the convoy ahead.
He saw Walon, as expected, opening the car door, stepping out with his left foot, intending to get out.
His shadowy gaze remained fixed on Chen Feng, and the imnse black vulture True Intent perched on the car roof was poised to unleash an earth-shattering strike at any mont.
"No one left, huh?"
Suddenly, a calm voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
Everyone was taken aback, looking towards the lowered car window.
The young man in a black down jacket sat in his seat, leaned back against the chair, and spoke indifferently, looking straight ahead.
"Go ahead and call for reinforcents, I’ll wait for you."
"Summon all your Suluo grandmasters, let see how many moves they can take from ."
As his words landed, the crowd fell silent.
"Arrogant!"
Suluo’s senior officers frowned simultaneously, and the stepping-out Walon’s gaze was ice-cold.
A Two Gates Grandmaster, even if you might have luckily opened the Divine Soul, doesn’t give you the right to be so brazen!
Tap!
With a step forward, Walon’s expression turned sinister, gathering his power to unleash a devastating blow.
Behind him, the vulture spread its wings, ready to rge with him and completely tear apart the enemy in front of him.
However.
Buzz!!!
A wave of invisible pressure suddenly appeared, freezing the vulture’s True Intent.
Walon’s eyes widened, as if a gigantic mountain had descended from the sky, suppressing him in place, enveloping him.
Crack, crack, crack!
Sinews and bones trembled, emitting harsh, discordant sounds.
His thoughts froze, his eyes bloodshot.
Visibly his face flushed red, standing in place, body bending as if about to kneel.
The vulture’s True Intent let out a mournful cry, on the verge of explosion.
The scene was too bizarre, leading both Zhou Wuren and the Suluo Old Master to instinctively halt their battle and glance sideways.
"This...."
The Suluo Old Master’s expression was one of shock and doubt, as if he had detected sothing.
Just as he was about to speak, the young man inside the car turned his head as well.
Without hesitation, a shock struck his heart, and he imdiately turned to flee, his silhouette flashing quickly away.
Suluo’s senior officers looked troubled, equally puzzled by what thod Chen Feng had used.
The atmosphere was solidified, and Zhou Cheng suddenly noticed that Uncle Yuan was already sitting upright at so point, a facial expression full of vigilance as though facing a formidable foe.
"Level 5 Force Field...."
He only vaguely heard these words.
Just as he wanted to ask, the young man suddenly spoke again.
"How the Red Country Martial Arts rank is none of your weaklings’ concern."
"Tomorrow I’ll give you an opportunity, bring as many as you can, I’ll take them all."
As his words landed, facing Chen Feng, Walon could no longer hold on and kneeled on the ground.
The Suluo martial artists hidden around all turned pale with anger and fear.
But strangely, not a single one dared to speak or intervene further.
Calmly perceiving everything, the car window by Chen Feng’s side raised, shutting off everything.
Storm Fury vanished in an instant, and the furious and humiliated Walon trembled, blood rushing up in anger, spewing out a mouthful of blood, nearly fainting.
Several accompanying people from Suluo turned pale with shock, hurrying forward to support him.
The senior officer was furious, continuously ordering his subordinates to investigate where the Fifth-order Force Field ca from and whether a Fifth-Order Transford Human was hiding nearby.
"Tsk, tsk."
Lin Hao watched in amazed clicks, retracting his gaze from outside the window, scrutinizing Chen Feng up and down, eyes filled with deep curiosity.
"The White Giant is nearby?"
He doubted it, at the sa ti speculating if a Fifth-Order Transford Human, hidden by the military, had taken action.
Chen Feng shook his head without explaining.
He was simply perceiving his talent Storm Fury, understanding more and more of its effects.
Though it deals area damage, it easily causes collateral damage to allies.
But if the range is reduced, it can also be deliberately targeted at a single target.
No one knew his thoughts. On the other side of the convoy, Han Chao and others already had serious expressions, communicating through their communicators to ask if there was an unknown Red General accompanying them or anyone taking action on the spur of the mont.
A cacophony of noise and suspicion.
𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Within the convoy, various discussions and speculations flashed by, only Zhou Wuren looked towards the black car where Chen Feng was, his eyes full of suspicion, as if guessing sothing.
"Extre Realm Intent?"
He was not sure, because this was a thod that could only be grasped in the Extre Realm, and he had only heard of it, never seen it with his own eyes.
But the more he thought about it, the more he felt there was a great possibility, after all, the other party had already touched the threshold of the Extre Realm.
Sowhat lost in thought, until finally, his own disciple walked over to remind him, did he co back to his senses.
"Master, your hand..."
"Oh?"
Zhou Wuren looked down to see a faint purple spreading on his palm, obviously residual toxins from earlier.
That Suluo Old Master had so skills and wore so kind of specially made weapon gloves coated with a deadly poison.
"No big deal."
He shook his head, quickly using his power to control it.
At this level, ordinary toxins could hardly kill them, slowly dissipating it with power alone.
"By the way, that young fellow was not bad. Ask him if he’s willing to join my Absolute Shadow Style."
Zhou Wuren instructed, sowhat admiring the young man from earlier.
With a stubborn gaze, continuing to stay in this foreign land would definitely draw attention.
But unfortunately, his own disciple shook his head helplessly.
Upon close inspection, the Fla Tiger Sect youth in a blue tactical jacket had already led the person towards the convoy, directly approaching Chen Feng.
.....
At the sa ti.
Inside Utopia’s underground base.
Virtual screens hovered, and personnel with circular pattern badges on their chests ca and went, transporting various missiles and weapons, or operating precision instrunts, constantly adjusting data.
Seeing this scene, the man sitting in an empty seat, like a lurking bear, seed sowhat impatient.
"Hong Ling, any news?"
"Yes."
To his surprise, the tall woman in a black combat uniform nodded.
The virtual screen flickered, revealing images of a convoy departing from the Pula City embassy.
"He finally ca."
Hong Ling’s gaze turned cold, knowing well that the Golden Guard would never appear again.
"When do we take action?"
Onite asked, having had enough of the underground base.
"Wait a bit longer."
"I suspect the Red Country military may have sent a Fifth-Order Transford Human, and that Flying General has also arrived in Suluo."
Hong Ling spoke rationally, making Onite frown.
"Which Flying General?"
"Wang Cheng."
As the words landed, Onite’s frown deepened.
This was a killer star; with him present, how could they act?
"Don’t worry, it’s not just us taking action this ti."
Hong Ling shook her head, hinting: "So new changes seem to have occurred at the Ancient Civilization Relics, and the Platinum Federation has also sent so strong individuals, wanting to contend again."
"They will draw away that Flying General, and then it will be our chance."
Logically analyzed, thodical and orderly.
Onite’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed, finally nodding, and he relaxedly sat back in the vacant seat.
As long as that Flying General is not present.
Relying on the current module, he was confident in crushing most of the enemies here, including the so-called Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Likewise, Hong Ling had similar thoughts.
Continuing to focus on the intelligence from her underlings, the cold gleam in her eyes grew more intense.
Break bones, banish to the Evil Prison.
I will make you taste the flavor of vengeance.
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