C9 I'm Someone You Can't Beat

The black-clothed middle-aged man stretched his wrist and revealed a cruel smile: "Master has received seven injuries, early stage Light Force. Kid, if you are afraid, if you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will spare your life. If you don't. "Hur Hur Hur."

A trace of curiosity appeared on Lan Xiangyu's face as he asked in surprise: "Martial artist?"

This was the first time he saw a martial artist in this world. Thinking about it, since ancient times, China had practiced martial arts, so it was normal for martial artists to appear in modern times.

The black clothed middle-aged Valley Gao's hand that was wrapped in veins rubbed against each other a bit, and his eyes revealed a sense of doubt: "Huh? "What do you mean?"

The reaction of this young man in front of him actually puzzled him? Isn't that obvious? In the eyes of a martial artist, wasn't there a world of difference between someone who had practiced martial arts and someone who hadn't?

Gu Gao pondered for a while, then his face darkened. He pointed at his own nose and said, "You think I'm not a martial artist?"

The difference between the behavior of a martial artist and that of an ordinary person was very obvious. Didn't this kid just say that I'm not a kung fu practitioner, just an ordinary person? What the heck is this? How many years of martial arts have I practiced?

Gu Gao was so angry that his nose was crooked, "Kid, I will teach you a lesson today!"

Lan Xiangyu looked at Gu Gao in confusion, he didn't know why the mortal was angry. He asked in doubt, "You've practiced martial arts before?"

In his eyes, the difference in a mortal's strength wasn't too great. However, if the difference in strength wasn't too great, he wouldn't be able to differentiate them.

Lan Xiangyu didn't care that he was stepping on an ordinary ant or a slightly stronger soldier ant.

Lan Xiangyu's words made Gu Gao even more angry.

"Kid, are you trying to humiliate me so that I can practice martial arts?!" "How arrogant, today I will show you the power of the Third Stage of Martial Arts!"

Gu Gao was enraged. He raised his hands into fists as he ferociously charged at Lan Xiangyu. A fiendish aura surged out from his body, shocking.

Yang Huanhuan was frightened by Gu Gao's fiendish aura, and as if she had seen a man-eating beast running towards her, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

Fat Boss, who was standing behind Gu Gao, was also frightened by the fiendish aura and quickly retreated.

"Grandmaster Gu's aura is getting stronger and stronger!"

He had a great understanding of martial practitioners.

Body forging, hall climbing, Light Force.

Body forging was the first realm, as well as the stage in which all martial artists formed their foundation. Ascending to the throne was the second realm, which meant that this warrior had already started to formally come into contact with martial arts to temper his inner strength. Light Force was the infamous third realm, capable of shattering bricks with a single punch.

Ordinary people would definitely lose half their lives after receiving a punch from a Light Force warrior. If the Light Force Warriors were serious, this person would not even be able to keep his life.

Fat Boss's eyes were full of viciousness and he laughed sinisterly: "Master Gu, you are serious. Even if this kid has trained in martial arts, he will still lose half his life if he is lucky. "Kid, you should never have done something like this to offend me."

With this Master Gu, he would be able to gain a lot of benefits, no matter in terms of business or work. Those who were humiliated by him dared not to say anything. Even the nurses in the hospital who had treated him didn't dare to make a sound.

Gu Gao approached Lan Xiangyu and was only an arm's length away. He shouted angrily: "Kid, die!"

The Seven Injury Fists specialized in dealing with seven fatal aspects of a person's body. It was not as if there weren't people who died on the spot. Even if he relied on his strong body to endure it, his body would still be crippled.

This was the reason why their Seven Injury Sect was so famous.

Staring at his internal organs, the tyrannical power within was as strong as it could get!

This was a true set of Killing Fist technique. It was completely different from those fancy martial arts that did not aim for vital points.

There was a muffled sound in the air as Gu Gao punched towards Lan Xiangyu.

He didn't hold back at all with this punch. He wanted to cripple this kid with one punch.

The fiendish aura attacked Lan Xiangyu with full of malice. Anyone could tell that this attack was not good.

Lan Xiangyu slightly squinted his eyes. He was a bit disgusted with the mortal in front of him. His mana flowed into the wooden crutch and swept out!

Gu Gao laughed without restraint. "You want to stop me with a mere wooden cane!?"

What is the strongest in Light Force Warriors? Shattered Stones and cracked Brick! You can't even block rocks, and you still want to block me with wood!?

"Pah!"

The side of Gu Gao's face was swollen, and a clear red rod mark was left on his face. Gu Gao flew up and crashed into Fat Boss's body. The two of them rolled on the ground like a gourd.

Lan Xiangyu held onto his walking stick with both of his hands and looked at Gu Gao with disdain: "You, have you practiced martial arts before?"

Ordinary people would fall flat on the ground with a single blow from him. This middle-aged man in black had practiced martial arts before, but there wasn't much of a difference. Thus, he just waved his hand. Between them was a chasm known as three thousand years of experience.

Gu Gao opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He stood up from the ground and glared at Lan Xiangyu: "I didn't expect that I was wrong. Today, I will cripple you!"

Fat Boss got up from the ground and shouted loudly: "Beat them to death! Kill them! "

Lan Xiangyu scratched his ears and channeled his mana into his wooden cane, then threw it in front of him.

"Pah!"

The wooden crutches were stuck in the ground between Gu Gao's legs. Cracks began to spread along the area where the wooden crutches were, like spider webs.

Gu Gao stared at the ground beneath his crotch, his expression fluctuating non-stop. After a long while, he finally managed to stiffen down with difficulty. "So it's a senior at the late stage of Light Force … Senior, this junior is not sensible and did not offend you just now. "

To be able to reach the stage where one would be able to crack a rock with a single strike, this was clearly a feat that only late stage Light Force practitioners were able to achieve.

If it was stabbed into his own body, a hole would definitely appear.

If that wooden crutch had moved upwards a few inches, he wouldn't have been able to act like a little prince.

He couldn't afford to offend him, but he couldn't beat him.

To beat him, a late stage Light Force cultivator, as an early stage Light Force cultivator, would be the same as a father beating his son.

Lan Xiangyu's eyes became cold: "You are a fighter?"

An intimidating aura gushed out. The aura of a cultivator intimidated the higher experts of the valley.

"Yes …" "I am..."

Lan Xiangyu nodded to show that he understood and then pointed to the ground in front of him. "Come here, kowtow and apologize."

Gu Gao's face was completely stiff and dark. "Senior, this is too much. I may not be able to beat you, but my sect is the Seven Injury Sect. "

Lan Xiangyu took two steps forward and picked up the wooden walking stick that was stuck on the ground.

Gu Gao obediently took a few steps back, not daring to say anything. Given that the situation was worse than the other party, he had no choice but to lower his head.

"Pah!"

The shadow of the pole hit the other side of his face, the two red marks looked very symmetrical.

He was stunned as he touched the swollen and red part of his face.

I've already lowered my head to you, what else do you want? Do you really think that your late stage Light Force is unrivalled in the world?

"Senior, don't go too far."

"Pah!"

Lan Xiangyu put down his wooden crutches indifferently: "I'll bully you. What about it?"