Although Zhuo Shenwu is arrogant, he is not an idiot.
Seeing this scene, I immediately understood that although this old man looked unattractive, he was by no means an ordinary person.
“Interesting!”
He snorted coldly and rushed over.
Although the room is small, it does not prevent him from making moves!
What's more, to deal with such a bad old man, what big moves are needed?
I saw him pointing his hand forward, his fingertips like swords, aiming at Zhan Yidao's forehead.
This finger is particularly sharp, as if it can pierce the void.
Bing Shangjun's breathing was tight and his expression was solemn.
He could tell that this finger was extraordinary. It was probably powerful enough to break through steel and sand.
"I'm afraid I can't even take this finger. You are worthy of being the fifth genius! This fifth and sixth place is really a watershed." Hing Shangjun was frightened and worried at the same time.
Can that scrawny old man block this finger?
But with the teacher here, even if you are seriously injured, you should be fine, right?
Hyou Shang-kun was thinking like this, but his heart was still in his throat, waiting for the result.
Finally, the finger came close to Zhan Yidao's chest.
This finger seemed to penetrate his chest.
But just when his fingers were about to touch Zhan Yidao's body...
Whoosh!
An afterimage protrudes.
At first glance, it turned out to be the withered and old fingers of Zhan Yidao!
He grabbed Zhuo Shenwu's finger and broke it hard.
Click!
The sound of broken bones was heard directly.
"Well..."
Zhuo Shenwu's face turned pale, and the severe pain made him groan. Before he could react, Zhan had kicked him in the abdomen with a knife and a kick.
Zhuo Shenwu quickly raised his other hand to resist.
But when he collided with that foot, he could clearly feel a force coming from the sole of his foot, violently impacting his body.
Bang!
Zhuo Shenwu flew backwards, smashed a glass table, and fell to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.
"What?"
Mr. Hing Shang was dumbfounded.
How could he have expected that this scrawny old man with an unattractive appearance would be so powerful!
That's Zhuo Shenwu!
That is the famous fifth genius!
Why...are you so vulnerable in front of this old man?
Bing Shangjun was extremely shocked, and so was Zhuo Shenwu.
He endured the pain in his body and hurriedly climbed up, gritting his teeth and staring at the old man: "Who are you?"
"Shuzi, you are not qualified to ask me my name! I think what you did just now should be the same as that person. Are you that person's apprentice?" Zhan Yidao said calmly.
"Do you know my master?" Zhuo Shenwu was startled.
"I know! Of course I know you! Shuzi, I advise you to get out of here. You have no right to talk to me, you have to let your master come! As for challenging our Mr. Lin, let alone you, your master is here, so you have no right!"
Zhan Yidao hummed.
"You dare to insult my master? I want you to look good!"
Zhuo Shenwu was enraged and rushed forward with a roar. The violent breath burst out from his body and instantly crushed everything in the room.
An endless air pressure filled the entire room, and even the windows were shattered.
Mr. Hing Shang felt extremely depressed for a moment.
In this atmosphere, he felt like he was out of luck!
Is this the power of Zhuo Shenwu?
Too strong!
Oops! How could Master and the others resist such power?
Bing Shangjun was frightened and looked towards Zhuo Shenwu.
But he saw that he had already spread his legs and rushed towards Zhan Yida like an angry lion.
The overwhelming momentum was like the weight of a mountain. It was so terrifying that cracks appeared on the floor and walls of the hotel room.
But just when Zhuo Shenwu was about to approach Zhan Yidao...
Whoosh!
Zhan Yidao's strange and withered hand stretched out again, drawing an afterimage in the air and grabbing Zhuo Shenwu's neck.
"So fast!"
Mr. Hing Shang immediately lost his voice.
But Zhuo Shenwu seemed to have been prepared for it. He suddenly changed his attack in the air, turned his palms into swords, and struck at Zhan Yidao's old hand with the intention of cutting off his wrist.
However, Zhuo Shenwu had no idea who the faceless old man standing in front of him was.
Using a knife in front of him? Isn't it just a fool's errand?
Then he saw the attacking veteran's hand suddenly swung forward and turned into a sword, hitting Zhuo Shenwu's sword.
Dare you fight me head-on?
Then I will chop you into pieces!
Zhuo Shenwu was furious and poured all his strength into the knife.
In an instant, Zhuo Shenwu's swords in both hands were wrapped in a layer of light white air, looking particularly mysterious.
On the other hand, Zhan Yidao's hand was ordinary and had no lethality at all.
The outcome of this kind of fight is probably already doomed...
But the next second.
Poof!
Strange sounds came out.
Then I saw several bloody fingers flying in the air.
"ah!!"
Zhuo Shenwu let out a shrill scream.
At first glance, all the fingers on his hands were cut off.
Mr. Hing Shang was stupid.
Zhuo Shenwu couldn't defeat this old man? His fingers were cut off by his withered hands?
"Who is this old man...?" Mr. Hyoshang muttered dully.
But Zhan saw that after cutting off his fingers with one knife, he grabbed Zhuo Shenwu's neck with his backhand, and his hands as slender as dry wood directly lifted the strong man, who was more than 80 meters tall, with one hand. He turned his head and said: "Lin
Sir! How should we deal with this person? Do we need to kill him now? To avoid future troubles?"
