As if in the blink of an eye, six of Huang Mao's seven younger brothers were knocked down by Ling Shaofeng. Their shoulder blades were torn apart at worst, and their bodies were kicked away at worst. They were all extremely embarrassed and looked miserable. They fell to the ground and let out a series of
Moans, groans and screams.
Ling Shaofeng's sharp and ruthless methods, terrifying strength and extremely fast speed stunned everyone present, especially Huang Mao, who had already turned pale with fright, while the last remaining younger brother was trembling.
The little nurse and Ning Qin on the side were also shocked and turned pale. They covered their mouths to prevent themselves from making any sound. Although they had seen fighting scenes, they were not attracted by such hard, fast and cruel scenes.
This was the first time I saw it. I used to think that this kind of scene would only appear in TV movies, but I didn’t expect that it was actually happening in front of me.
At this time, Father Liu, who was lying on the hospital bed, could no longer be described as anxious and worried. His mind had gone blank.
Ling Shaofeng waved his hand and slowly raised his cold and terrifying eyes to stare at the last younger brother.
This guy was wearing a tight black T-shirt, with a green dragon tattoo clearly visible on his bare arms and shoulders. The dragon head of the green dragon tattoo just snaked up and coiled around his left shoulder, which seemed to add a sense of elegance to his whole person.
Such a ruthless and demonic power. The bumpy muscles show this young man's extraordinary fighting power, and the looming scars on his neck prove that this man has fought many times and has experienced hundreds of battles. But now, this young man is in Ling Shaofeng
He was actually trembling slightly under the cold gaze.
Ling Shaofeng walked towards him slowly, his steps were very light, but with every step he took, the boy trembled, and finally he let go, and the iron rod he held in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
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Following the banging sound, Huang Mao's face changed again. He was still covering his bleeding nose with one hand, but he didn't dare to make a sound anymore, as if he would kill Ling Shaofeng, the wild wolf, if he made a sound.
As if being lured.
Ling Shaofeng finally walked up to the boy. The boy made a gurgling sound in his throat, which was the sound of him swallowing saliva, because he could clearly feel the murderous aura filling Ling Shaofeng's body.
Ling Shaofeng stood still in front of him, patted his left shoulder with one hand, and then traced a finger across the tattooed green dragon head on his shoulder. The green dragon head was very powerful, with teeth and claws and a wide mouth.
Ling Shaofeng smiled and asked softly: "This blue dragon tattoo is not bad."
His smile was very relaxed and careless, but it could be seen from the frightened eyes of the little brother that he was full of fear.
"Just... I just got the tattoo..." The boy swallowed again and answered, but his voice was trembling, almost trembling out of shape. At this time, he was doing something in his heart
He fought fiercely and wanted to escape, but he didn't dare, and he didn't even dare to attack, so he could only stand there shivering and let Ling Shaofeng touch the green dragon head on his shoulder with one finger.
"Well, not bad, very good. The power of the blue dragon has soared into the sky..." Ling Shaofeng praised gently, but his expression immediately darkened: "It's a very good blue dragon tattoo, but you don't deserve it.
"As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Shaofeng's fingers that were caressing the younger brother's shoulder suddenly turned into claws, then he retracted them and then suddenly grabbed the green dragon's head.
"Pfft..." there was a muffled sound.
"Ah..." a scream.
Blood spattered out, and Ling Shaofeng's five fingers were forcefully embedded into the flesh of the younger brother's shoulder, and then he jerked...
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