“Brother Kong, Liu Lao San, Dao Zheng Mu,”
White-Browed Bat King hurriedly called out three nas, his expression turning serious: “Since we’re all here, brothers, why not stop hiding and holding back?”
Before his words had fallen, two skinny elderly persons stepped out from the crowd.
To Lu Bai’s surprise, the old man he was gripping also sighed, shook off his hand, and slowly walked to the front.
“The old man knew it wasn’t that simple.”
Dao Zheng Mu sighed, scratching his head with only a few hairs left.
These four prisoners who stepped forward all had one thing in common: they all looked to be in their seventies or eighties, with skinny figures due to long-term malnutrition.
Lu Bai silently withdrew his hand, planning to first watch these old tirs’ performance.
If nothing unexpected happened, these four old n were probably all Grandmaster Realm martial artists.
Although White-Browed Bat King had called out the other three old Grandmasters, it seed more like he wanted them to stand by.
Without waiting for them to join in, he strode straight toward Warden Misa.
The distance between the two closed to only half a step away.
White-Browed Bat King held his breath, clenched his fist, and swung.
His aged body suddenly erupted with an unbelievably violent aura, his skinny fra montarily seeming to transform into a blazing inferno.
With one punch, exaggerated airwaves swept out, fierce winds rolled backward, and many prisoners gathered at the exit were flipped over on the spot.
Regrettably, Warden Misa standing directly in front of White-Browed Bat King showed no change in expression and countered with a punch of his own.
Boom!!!
It was hard to imagine flesh and blood could vibrate with such powerful energy fluctuation, as if condensing into visible substance, the terrifying montum shocking all the prisoners.
But this collision did not stalemate; victory and defeat were decided in an instant.
White-Browed Bat King, with his exaggerated to horrifying aura, was defeated on the spot, his tightly clenched fist shattered into pieces by Warden Misa’s punch, blood splattering.
Tiny finger bone fragnts even pierced through the skin and splashed out.
Warden Misa’s punch had residual force, following up with another heavy blow to White-Browed Bat King’s chest, sending his entire body flying backward.
All this happened in a split second, with no one able to stop it in ti.
“What!”
“Impossible?”
Seeing this scene, so prisoners couldn’t help but exclaim, feeling chills all over.
Prisoners who knew the na White-Browed Bat King were well aware of what an absurd ferocious person he was before imprisonnt; otherwise, he couldn’t have rallied so many prisoners to jailbreak with him with just a call to arms.
Yet he was defeated so easily in front of Warden Misa, which was simply unacceptable.
Warden Misa did not pursue, shook his hand, and remarked: “What a pity, no chance to witness the pri of the White-Browed Bat King from the rumors.”
“Youth prevails over fists, after all.”
Dao Zheng Mu seed to react just then, chuckling before adding: “Moreover, that bit of food in your arrangent barely keeps us old immortals alive, let alone gives us strength to swing fists.”
“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to obediently stay in your prison cells?”
Warden Misa countered.
“Give it a try. The old man just thinks that with us joining forces against you, it shouldn’t count as bullying with numbers, right?”
Dao Zheng Mu rolled his shoulders and turned his head to look aside.
Those called out by White-Browed Bat King weren’t just him.
There was also Brother Kong and Liu Lao San, but they too were skinny, skin-and-bones old n.
If nothing unexpected happened, they were probably regional overlords before imprisonnt.
“Yeah, you’re the first junior to force this old Kong to team up with others.”
Brother Kong first grinned as he spoke, then abruptly changed tone: “Old guys, let’s charge together!”
He moved his feet, pouncing toward Warden Misa with an unstoppable aura, his skinny aged body containing incomparable power and speed.
At the sa ti, Warden Misa was surrounded by an invisible force, the space around him visibly distorting.
This was a sign of internal energy so full it externally projected, with surging energy fluctuations.
Facing the oncoming Brother Kong, Warden Misa neither dodged nor evaded, directly swinging his indestructible fist to et him.
As his fist swung, it seed one could see a surging river boiling, with sounds of dragon roars and horse neighs.
Bang!
After the terrifying sound, the outco was clear.
Brother Kong’s body was thoroughly shattered by the punch, vomiting blood.
This Warden Misa was like a war god, maiming two sa-level martial artists barehanded while unscathed himself.
Seeing Brother Kong blasted back rapidly, Dao Zheng Mu, who had charged halfway, had to halt his action.
He cursed angrily: “Idiot! You think you’re still young? Don’t clash head-on with this junior, use your experience to fight!”
Liu Lao San clearly realized this and began attacking like a dragonfly skimming water, retreating instantly on contact.
Dao Zheng Mu quickly joined the lee.
The two old n struck dozens of tis in a short ti, but they were purely harassing attacks, unable even to leave any injury on Warden Misa.
With a Grandmaster-level expert’s terrifying physical fitness, this low-intensity battle could go on for a day and night without tiring.
Warden Misa had maid two Grandmaster martial artists with two punches and could still casually handle the remaining two Grandmaster martial artists.
The prisoners present were clearly stunned by this prison area chief’s formidable performance; even though many among the prisoners were Xiantian martial artists, in the face of such an unbelievable battle record, it was hard to muster much will to fight.
Lu Bai, mixed in the crowd, was relatively fine, just pondering how to deal with this guy blocking the way.
Because of ti constraints, he hadn’t quenched his whole body with internal energy, only barely completing the quenching of his right hand.
So in a sense, he was an extrely lopsided Grandmaster-level expert.
His speed and defense were no different from ordinary people; only in attack did he just touch the Grandmaster-level scope.
Not exaggerating, given Warden Misa’s ferocious degree, he probably only had one chance to strike.
Clap~
Warden Misa suddenly opened his palm, and as Liu Lao San’s fist ca, he abruptly closed it, gripping Liu Lao San’s fist in his palm.
He muttered to himself: “You’re all half-buried old folks; better to let you rest in peace sooner.”
Hearing the opponent’s low mutter, Liu Lao San was startled and tried to withdraw his hand forcefully.
But Warden Misa gave him no chance, stepping forward with a sudden sword step thrusting punch.
Puff!
A blood mist exploded from Liu Lao San’s back heart, pierced through by this punch.
Casually tossing aside Liu Lao San, who was left half-dead, he turned to the remaining Dao Zheng Mu: “Just you left, right?”
Before Dao Zheng Mu could speak, Lu Bai in the crowd chuckled and waved his hand.
“Can you give so face? You can’t kill this old man.”
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