Chapter Twelve The Deformed Revenge of the Electric Blast Man (seeking collection)

The flames flew. It is conceivable that the strength of this sword, but what Qianhao wanted was this heavy blow. The metal box unlocked by Qianhao suffered this heavy blow and suddenly opened, and countless banknotes fell like snowflakes.

“Kill me.”

The big man whose sight was blocked by the sky of banknotes roared and shook the machete to both sides. At the same time, the big man’s body emitted a blue arc at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“It turned out to be you!” Suddenly, a voice came from behind Da Khan, causing the big man to hit a spirited, familiar scene, and the big man’s heart reappeared.

‘On that stage, the black robe who has not yet become the number seven and he who is known as the electric bomb started a duel. He is the electric bomb, a well-known strong in the arena. He despises the rat who hides his head and shows his tail from the bottom of his heart. However, it is like this when fighting. The black robe’s voice suddenly appeared behind him, and the pain that was unforgettable for a lifetime began. ’

The air burst, and a whip leg emerging from the darkness suddenly slammed into the man’s back waist. The man had no chance to resist. He was thrown away for tens of meters and hit the high wall of the alley.

“Cough, cough”

The big man was coughing blood in embarrassment, and the powder of his internal organs coughed out. However, looking at the black robe that came by, the big man’s eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred, and scenes of unforgettable memories replayed in his mind again.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“I met in the forty-second battle, did you meet the electric man?”

“You finally remembered, damn fellow.” The big man breathed fire with his eyes, and he roared with exhaustion as he watched the approaching Qianhao.

“Why don’t you have to take it outside to understand the grievances of the Arena?”

“That depends on what kind of grievances it is? You fellow made me lose the dignity of a man. Even if Laozi died, it wouldn’t make you feel better.”

Qianhao’s face shrouded in black robe was weird, and he glanced vaguely under the big man. No wonder he felt that this guy was screaming, he was beaten into an eunuch.

As if he had noticed Qianhao’s gaze, the man showed a hideous face, and his right hand, which had been shrinking behind his back, suddenly clenched.

“Die me!”

The big man’s right fist turned and blasted out in an instant, with an astonishing arc, like a thousand birds screaming, a three-meter long spear cast by thunder shot out from the big man’s right fist in an instant!

But at this moment, the big man blinked his eyes and looked at the thunder spear, which was only half a foot away from the black robe. He was slightly stunned. However, in just a moment, a sudden sound from his right arm was enough to tear people’s hearts. The pain of a split lung.

The big man gritted his teeth and looked back, shockingly, a long sword as thin as a cicada’s wings and bright as snow was inserted into the big man’s right arm. He even nailed the big man’s and the people to the wall together, and said “Yin” trembling.

“You are really sluggish, no, it should be that when you use quirk, your perception will be paralyzed, making your reaction seem to be half a beat slower than people.” Qianhao walked towards the big man leisurely.’ ‘Sincerely’ concluded.

“This sword?” The big man didn’t care about Qianhao’s sarcasm. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, as if he blamed all the grievances on this suddenly emerging long sword.

“This is a soft sword with a blade length of 76 cm and a blade width of 3.5 cm. It can be worn around the waist and used as a belt, so it is also called a belt sword.” Qianhao explained politely, then walked up to the big man and pulled it out. He took out the soft sword and flicked his fingers. The long sword, thin as a cicada’s wing, was slightly bent, and it uttered a soft sound like a piano string. In just a moment, the bloodshot stains disappeared.

“Bending hard like a hook, utterly loud and straight like a string, it’s really a good sword.” Even if he is familiar with soft swords, Qianhao still praised it in his heart.

For people like Qianhao who use swords, walking in a metropolis, instead of carrying a katana or a long sword, it is better to wear a sword with a belt. Not only does it look Yuga, but the effect is also very significant. As it is now, the electric explosion man was directly penetrated by the sudden soft sword, and coupled with the serious injury just now, he has no combat power at this moment, and his head is huddled against the wall.

Looking at the man lying on the ground with a gray face, Qianhao did not show the slightest pity, with his right hand claws, grabbing the man’s neck, and slowly lifting it up.

Deep in the deep and quiet alley, a figure in a black robe looked petite, pinching a strong man’s neck, and slowly lifting it up, his strange style of painting made people shudder.



“Tick, tick”

Drops of scarlet blood hit the mossy ground,

Qianhao raised his head slightly, looked at the familiar face reflected in the big man’s eyes, sneered, his hands intensified.

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