bullyxtreme Chapter 475 I'll grant your wish (1)
Chapter 475 I'll grant your wish (1)
"Stand up! Stand up!"
Xiong Bufan had his eyes closed when he heard shouts all around him. He felt as if he had been hit by a car, and his whole body ached.
Referee Liu Sheng slowly walked over and used a wooden stick to poke Xiong Bufan. "If he can't get up within half an incense stick's time, Chen He wins this round."
Xiong Bufan struggled to open his eyes; this was a completely unfamiliar world.
The original owner was really tough; even though his internal organs were about to break, he still didn't climb off the platform.
Moreover, Xiong Bufan only came after she died.
The feeling of being inside a body after death is completely different from before. Xiong Bufan experienced all the pain she felt when she died.
Kongkong: "Bufan, throw everyone on this stage, except the referee, off the stage!"
Xiong Bufan struggled to stand up. Her internal organs were in a state of disrepair, and she could only use her spiritual energy to protect them and alleviate the pain.
Chen He was surprised that Xiong Bufan could stand up and was all smiles. This man had hurt the woman he loved, and he would not let him get away with it.
Liu Sheng asked Xiong Bufan, "Sect Leader Mo, will you continue this martial arts competition?"
Xiong Bufan kept Kong Kong's words in mind, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Continue."
Liu Sheng waved his hand, "Alright, then let the competition continue."
There is still the time it takes for an incense stick to burn; please be mindful of the time, you two heroes.
Before he could finish speaking, Chen He gave Xiong Bufan no time to react, turning his palm into a claw and aiming straight for Xiong Bufan's heart.
He refused to believe that if he crushed her heart, she could still survive.
Xiong Bufan stood there, motionless. Chen He seemed to see Xiong Bufan die, and his lips slowly parted into a wide grin.
With a deafening roar, a thunderclap struck Chen He, knocking him to the ground where he convulsed uncontrollably.
Xiong Bufan slowly walked up to the person. The person's face was black, and their hair was standing on end. They looked rather miserable. But what did that have to do with her?
The martial arts community was taken aback by this turn of events and began to murmur among themselves, wondering, "Could this be retribution?"
"Pah, pah, pah! What retribution? It's clearly that witch's wicked scheme."
"The most poisonous heart is a woman's; I wonder if we can get her to take out this secret manual."
"Yes, especially their ability to bring the dead back to life."
……
Regardless of what others said, Xiong Bufan stepped on Chen He's leg, then his arm. Don't think she didn't know that this thing had just tried to kill her.
Just as they were about to step on his head, an old man suddenly flew over and swung a palm, shouting, "Witch, let go of my son!"
A large handprint came flying towards him, and Xiong Bufan quickly drew his sword and slashed at it.
Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have survived that slap.
The old man didn't see where Xiong Bufan took out the knife, but he knew he couldn't dodge this palm strike, so he didn't even try to dodge.
The price was the permanent loss of his right arm, along with his hand.
Xiong Bufan placed the horizontal sword behind his back and continued to stomp on Chen He's head until it was smashed.
Yellow and red substances were scattered all over the ground, staining Xiong Bufan's white boots with pink flowers. Xiong Bufan frowned and kicked Chen He off the platform without hesitation.
All of this happened so fast that Liu Sheng didn't even have time to call a halt.
Chen Xi lost his arm and nearly all of his martial arts skills were crippled, but none of that could compare to the pain of losing his son.
"He'er!"
One arm was not enough to catch Chen He, and the two of them fell to the ground.
"Sect Leader, Young Master!"
The Kunwu Sect members rushed over and helped their sect leader and young master to their feet.
A little girl in a pink dress was crying and looking at where the Chen family father and son were.
But she quickly changed her expression and kissed a young man in a red brocade robe.
Xiong Bufan stood on the arena. After so long, she could finally catch her breath; her body was really sore.
Hengdao released spiritual power behind Xiong Bufan, hoping to make Xiong Bufan feel better.
However, this spiritual energy contained electricity, which made my body feel numb and tingly; someone who didn't know better might think they had been given an anesthetic.
Liu Sheng struck a gong and shouted, "Master Mo wins this round!"
Are there any other challengers?
"I'm here to avenge my senior brother!"
The people who came up were still from the Kunwu faction; they were unwilling to be overpowered by a woman.
Before Xiong Bufan could even speak, he was matched with another opponent.
It would be strange if the original owner wasn't killed in a war of attrition.
Xiong Bufan, wielding his broadsword, showed no mercy this time, charging straight over and slicing the man into a bare-armed commander, which he then threw down.
The martial arts community gasped at the sight; this demoness's attack was truly ruthless.
Buddhism looked at the arena as if it were Xiong Bufan's slaughterhouse, and kept closing its eyes and chanting, "Amitabha, sin, sin."
The people from Wudang Mountain didn't speak; they just covered their eyes, refusing to watch what was happening on the stage.
They witnessed Mochou being abused, but now they can't control her hurting others.
Xiong Bufan, holding his sword, asked Liu Sheng, "Is there anything else? If not, hurry up and announce the results!"
Liu Sheng was still a little scared when he looked at Xiong Bufan, who looked like a god of death. His master hadn't taught him this. This Sect Leader Mo was even more cruel and ruthless than the people of the Demonic Sect.
"In this round, Sect Leader Mo still wins!"
Is there another challenger?
A man with a fair complexion, dressed in a red outfit and wearing a half-mask, flew onto the arena and said, "I'll join in the fun and let me see the strength of Sect Leader Mo."
Those who had been itching to make a move earlier began to stir.
"Rumor has it that the leader of the Demonic Sect loves red, is unpredictable, and always wears a mask; all those who have seen his true face are dead."
"This is the leader of the Demonic Sect, Si Wuya!"
……
With a loud bang, Si Wuyai was also struck down to the ground.
He landed on the arena not far from Xiong Bufan, looking no better than Chen He from before. His face was black, and he looked like a crow dressed in red.
Xiong Bufan also heard the people below talking, and she wouldn't allow anyone to be more famous than her.
So regardless of whether he had teeth or was boundless, or whether his limbs were broken by Xiong Bufan's stomping, he still caused trouble when Xiong Bufan stepped on his head.
A dozen or so men in black flew out from all directions and headed straight for the arena, shouting, "How dare you! Release our leader!"
The crowd below the stage had completely erupted into chaos: "The Demonic Cult is here! Everyone, run!"
Some self-proclaimed righteous people picked up weapons and rushed onto the arena, shouting, "Destroy the evil cult!"
Xiong Bufan didn't understand why people kept interrupting her killing. She took out her sword, infused it with spiritual power, and then swung it around.
Now, whether it's the demonic sect or the righteous path, they've all fallen to the ground, with no strength left to rise again.
Xiong Bufan stomped on Si Wuyai's head, crushing it, and kicked him off the platform.
Her internal organs are in pain and have been shattered, making them completely unable to heal themselves. She can only rely on spiritual energy to protect her and prolong her life.
These people were still causing trouble, and Xiong Bufan felt an inexplicable sense of irritation.
Seeing that Si Wuyai was dead, the members of the Demonic Sect pulled out smoke bombs from their waists and slammed them to the ground, instantly turning the arena into a white blur.