Are Saiyans weak?Have you ever seen Bai Shen

Chapter 58 Feel the Pain!Accept the pain!Know pain!
For a moment, Lin Xi rubbed his chest in despair.

The old man on the opposite side not only possessed 18 combat power, but even fused the power of five bloodlines.

It's just ridiculously powerful.

She could feel that the old man was just playing now, not exerting his full strength at all.

Thinking, she glanced at Zhang He not far away from the corner of her eye.

At this time, he was closing his eyes, and the fingers of his right hand were touching his forehead.

The energy light waves bouncing on the fingers are rapidly becoming larger and dazzling.

It seems that Master is currently at the most critical moment of Qi gathering.

However, only 5 minutes have passed, and she, Ke Di, and Zhao Hu have all been seriously injured, and most of their breath has been consumed.

There are still 5 minutes left, so we must hold on.

"Tsk tsk! It's really boring, is that all you have?"

The old man shook his head helplessly, and said with some disappointment.

As he said that, he looked to the other side: "And you, why didn't Zhang He make a move? This is it?"

Suddenly, he noticed that a powerful energy was gathering between the fingers of Zhang He, who was burning with fiery red air waves all over his body.

This powerful breath energy has even surpassed Zhang He's own strength, which is twice the power of the World King Fist.

This faintly made the old man feel a little dangerous.

Even now, it is not enough to pose a fatal threat to him.

But as time went by, this force became stronger and stronger.

He has been a bloodline martial artist for many years, and he has always been cautious, which is why he is today.

All things that have the appearance of danger will never be allowed to continue to exist.

"It turned out to be holding back a big move!"

The old man chuckled: "This powerful energy is very dangerous, so don't play it casually!"

As he spoke, he walked towards Zhang He step by step.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, two holes in the ground broke under the old man's feet, and two big hands came out, grabbing his ankles in an instant.

He sneered, raised his arms, and pointed his palms at the ground under his feet.

"boom!"

Two hot flames, two big hands spraying towards the ground.

Under the scorching flames, the two big hands gradually became red and swollen, with bleeding blisters, and finally turned purple and black.

At the same time, Ke Di came from a distance, groaning in pain.

But the two big hands were still holding on to his ankle tightly, without letting up in the slightest.

The old man raised his gray eyebrows, revealing a doubtful expression.

Judging from the information collected before, this person named Ke Di should be number one at Beiyan Martial Arts Academy.

Moreover, he extremely resented the Qianlong Wushen Academy that rejected him back then.

And also threatened to defeat the students of Qianlong Wushen Academy one by one.

But now, he actually helped Zhang He, a student of Qianlong Wushen Academy, to deal with him desperately.

It's really unbelievable.

"I admit that your Namekian blood is the most useful blood in the field! Regeneration ability, strong mental power, and flexible body."

The old man smiled at Ke Di who was kneeling on the ground with his hands inserted into the ground, "It's just that you are a bit stupid. Is a Zhang He worth your hard work?"

"Hmph! You know what! I'm not fighting for Zhang He, but for my opponent!"

Ke Di had a painful expression, but still spoke proudly.

Then he opened his mouth and shot a ball of yellow light from inside.

"Oh!"

With a wave of his right arm, the old man sent the oncoming light bullets flying away.

He squinted his eyes, and there was a trace of disdain in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "Inexplicable reason"

Immediately mobilizing the breath, the flames in both palms sprayed more violently towards the big hands on the ground.

After a while, the flames almost scorched Ke Di's hands black.

"Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, a round earth pit exploded around the old man's body.

A huge force of gravity struck, instantly sinking the ground by nearly ten meters.

The old man frowned slightly, looking at Zhao Hu not far away.

At this moment, Zhao Hu's face was distorted and ferocious, and his muscles were bulging.

When the arms were suddenly pressed down, blood seeped out of the skin, and there was the sound of bone knots popping.

Apparently, he looked like he had excessively used the power of his blood, causing great damage to his body.

And the gravity at this time is indeed several times stronger than before.

But in front of his powerful combat power, this gravity is equivalent to the weight of a table tennis ball before, but now it is replaced by the gravity of a basketball.

Still negligible.

It's just that he was a little curious about this warrior who seemed to be flustered all the time and was timid in his bones.

Why are you trying so hard to delay Zhang He's time now?

With his personality, shouldn't he take advantage of the present and run away desperately?
This is by no means a cost-effective deal that can be exchanged with one's life for a fairy bean.

"Hey! Does it make sense? It seems that you still don't understand how useless your gravity blood is!"

As he spoke, he raised his arm and pressed towards Zhao Hu at will.

"Boom!"

Once again, Zhao Hu's body was crushed into a pit tens of meters deep.

The old man sighed: "Look, even if I fuse your bloodline with the help of the energy of the alien beast, there is only this level of suppression."

"We can only rely on combat power to increase gravity suppression, and we can only deal with trash students like you."

"If you are dealing with warriors who often do gravity training, this kind of gravity suppression is like chicken ribs!"

"So now, do you still think your gravity blood is useful?"

Zhao Hu was crushed in the mud, spat out mud and blood foam, and shouted hoarsely: "You are not allowed to insult, gravity blood!"

"As a warrior, you... you can beat me, you can call me trash, rubbish"

"But as a bloodline warrior, bloodline is everything to me, Zhao Hu!"

"A guy like you who randomly steals other people's blood and talks rubbish doesn't understand anything at all!"

The old man frowned slightly, and pressed his palms hard.

"Oh!"

In an instant, Zhao Hu's body was pushed down several meters deep, his skin was ripped apart, and his blood was gushing.

"I don't understand? You see, your gravity bloodline can play such a small role in me!"

The old man's face and tone became fierce: "So you should thank me! After all, waste blood is waste!"

"Originally you could escape, but now for this kind of boring waste blood reason, then go to hell, you."

"call out!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an orange-red energy light wave with a diameter of about one meter lased from not far away.

A burst of explosive flames exploded on the old man's face.

The old man only felt that he was bitten by a mosquito on his face, which was neither painful nor itchy.

As the smoke dissipated, he smiled at Lin Xi, whose hands were emitting a trace of green smoke: "Your Saiyan blood is also a waste among wastes! It's just that"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang He on the other side: "It's just that Zhang He's Saiyan blood has been well developed, that's all!"

"Do you really think that Saiyan blood is very strong?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in playing with you trash anymore, so I'll send you on your way!"

The old man jumped up and broke the big hands that were wrapped around his feet.

He was short and thin, and slowly flew upwards.

Then, he raised his arms, pointed his palms at the ground, and looked at them indifferently.

With an old and hoarse voice, he said coldly: "Feel the pain! Accept the pain, understand the pain. Those who don't know the pain can't really understand, your blood is weak!"

(End of this chapter)