Chapter 547 Melee (Part 2)

Chen Wulong lost without fighting.

Ran Muchen became more and more angry the more he beat him.

She felt that her opponent was perfunctory and didn't want to fight with her.

This is a war and a duel. If you don’t do your best, isn’t it a sign of disrespect for your opponent?

Ran Muchen felt that the third Rakshasa Brushchev deliberately let the water go.

Why did he let himself go?

Does he look down on me?

But this is not the main reason to get angry.

She was mainly angry. The other party seemed to be letting go, but she had no choice but to deal with the other party.

Whether your "big perseid's palm skills" are rushing forward or taking the path of elegant fairy spirits, they will be resolved one by one by one by one by one by the other party, but they are actually busy, and have never made any contribution.

Yes, the fat guy on the opposite side seemed clumsy and looked easy to pass. When he got the fight, he was busy and overwhelmed. However, as long as he had a killing skill and hard control skill, he would be resolved or avoided without a trace. Even if he occasionally hit three punches or two feet, it would not hurt the vital points and would be of no use.

Ran Muchen felt that the other party seemed to know his skills and methods very well. He could not defeat the other party, and the other party did not take any action, just wanted to hold him back.

This feeling of being controlled and unable to open up the situation made her feel very uncomfortable.

She asked, "What do you mean?"

Brushchev was confused: "What does it mean? I don't mean..."

Ran Muchen said: "Why don't you try your best?"

Brushchev looked innocent: "I have tried my best, but I can't beat you... Otherwise, let's stop fighting. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, and you shouldn't be full. There is a small stove for the high-level leaders of the Great Rakshasa Sect next to me. Let's go and have some food?"

Ran Muchen thought he was mocking himself, and couldn't help but become even more angry: "I advise you to show your true skills, because next I will turn on 'Sakura Hot Wheel Time'. If you don't deal with it seriously, don't blame me for beating you to death and traumatism!"

Brushchev said, "Hey, there is no need to be so terrifying, right?"

Ran Muchen had already begun to use the results of his training, imagining himself walking into the bathroom naked, and the hot water washed his body, the true energy in his body boiled, and his eyes turned red. Then, imagining a basin of cold water poured on his head, shaking his bone marrow, his whole body was instantly tightened, and his pores were closed tightly.

Close the pores, that is, the true energy will be closed and not easily lost or leaked. It is like a pressure cooker, which heats quickly, has a high boiling point, and does not diffuse the heat.

This is truly entering the "Sakura Hot Wheel Time"!

Ran Muchen, who entered the "Sakura Hot Wheel Time", had a different momentum in an instant. The sweet and lovely aura disappeared, and replaced it with the tyrannical power of the demon god from heaven.

There seemed to be a raging fire in her eyes, and her long hair was flying like a banner. Her true energy, power and breath were condensed, and she twisted into a rope. Her white hand was stretched out, and her punch and palm were not only extremely fast, but also carried a thousand pounds of force, which could split the sky and shatter the earth!

Brushchev avoided the first attack, but failed to avoid the second attack. He was hit by Ran Muchen's soft palm as tender as cherry blossoms. His whole body was instantly chopped by a big axe falling from the sky. He shrank and fell to the ground!

Then the third strike, the fourth strike, the fifth strike...

Brushchev was hit by Ran Muchen with three punches and four palms, and was beaten to the ground, smashing several tables and chairs to pieces.

The other disciples of the Great Rakshasa Sect who saw this scene couldn't help but feel a little scared. They thought Brushov had picked up a soft persimmon, but they didn't expect to eat a pine pepper, which was beaten too miserably.

When Brushchev barely stood up, he suddenly vomited blood, which seemed very miserable, but in his eyes, a hint of relief seemed to flash...
Chapter completed!