"Old guy, you are so majestic!" There was a hint of sarcasm in the eyes of the kid's clone, "A second-grade monk can be shameless enough to attack ordinary people. He is indeed worthy of being from the Casamonica family.
people!"
"Huh!" Old John snorted and said in a cold voice, "Stop talking nonsense, you little thing, just worry about yourself. The majesty of the Casamonica family cannot be trampled on."
"But you can rest assured, I won't take your life."
"I will only pinch off your limbs, pluck out your tongue, and give you a lesson you will never forget."
"Pinch off my limbs and pull out my tongue?" The kid's clone's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped with water, "Okay, okay, okay, very good, very good!"
"I want to take a closer look, is this old guy like you capable of doing it?"
"Mr. Wang!" Alice was so anxious that she almost shed tears. Why is this naughty child so angry and why doesn't he know how to restrain himself?
He is a second-grade monk and a member of the Casamonica family, so he cannot be offended easily!
The little boy clone bared his teeth at Alice and said, "It's okay, don't worry, I'm very powerful, this old guy can't do anything to me."
Alice was quite speechless. She really didn't know where this naughty child got such confidence and confidence.
Your two followers are of no use at all now.
You yourself are a master of weapon refining and purely a craftsman.
Even if he has a strong cultivation base, how can he be the opponent of this old guy from the Casamonica family in front of him?
At a glance, one could tell that he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His hands were stained with blood, and his combat experience was extremely rich.
Are you out of your mind to start a fight with this old guy?
Thinking of this, Alice rolled her eyes and tightened the phone in her right hand.
"You three, stay away, so that I don't have to distract myself from paying attention to you three." The kid's clone waved his hands at Alice and the three of them, telling them to stay away from him.
But he was sitting on the high stool calmly and calmly, without the slightest thought of moving.
After the three Alices ran away obediently, the kid's clone hooked his fingers at Old John: "Old guy, you've been screaming so loudly, come here now!"
"I'll just sit here and wait for you to come over. I promise not to run away, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with me because of your old arms and legs."
"Favorability from John, -66..."
Old John's lungs were almost exploding with anger. He swore that he would slowly crush the limbs of this hateful little thing and let him experience what it means to be incompatible with the sky and the earth.
Taking a deep breath, Old John tapped the gaming table in front of him with his left hand, and his whole body flew out instantly.
The right hand, entwined with blood-red vigor, reached for the neck of the little kid's clone with its five fingers grasping.
The strong wind blew across my face, and I saw the blood-red palms expanding in front of my eyes. I seemed to feel a slight tingling sensation in my neck. However, the little boy's clone was unmoved, but there was a strong feeling in his eyes.
The golden light disappeared in a flash.
The next second, when there was no time to move, a fleshy little hand came first.
In Old John's unbelievable eyes, this fleshy, cute little hand grabbed his wrist like lightning, preventing him from moving forward.
"This is impossible!" Old John exclaimed angrily with his eyes widened.
He couldn't believe it. This little thing in front of him, which seemed harmless to humans and animals, had suddenly transformed into something terrifying and unfathomable.
After struggling twice, Old John's face became even more ugly.
The fleshy little hand in front of me seemed to be forged from fine steel, unbreakable and unable to break free.
The next second, Old John's eyelids started to beat wildly.
Under his gaze, that little fleshy hand was continuously exerting force.
And he seemed to be able to hear the screams of the bones in his right wrist.
Immediately afterwards, the heartbreaking pain came in waves like a tide.
Old John gritted his teeth and did not scream in pain.
As a member of the Casamonica family, he has not experienced a hail of bullets, mountains of corpses, and seas of blood.
He was seriously injured several times and survived the near-death situation. Could he still be unable to bear the pain?
In his dictionary, the words flinch and fear do not exist at all.
Thinking of this, he ignored the severe pain coming from his right wrist, made a fist with his left hand, and smashed it into the chest of the little kid's clone, which had a wide open door.
If he wants to attack the enemy, he must save him. In other words, this is a lose-lose strategy.
It depends on who can't stand it first!
But no matter how good his abacus is, he still needs someone who can do it!
The question is, will the little brat's clone give him this chance?
It would be weird to give it!
The little kid's clone reacted quickly. Before Old John's left fist struck, he took the initiative to strike with his right fist.
Old John's face turned cold, and his heart became angry. This little thing didn't even burst out his energy. Did he think that just a physical fist could defeat his own fist wrapped with energy?
Too much!
"It's time for you to take good care of your memory, even if the lion fights the rabbit, you should use all your strength!"
Thinking like this, Old John's left fist became two points faster.
"Bang!"
Two fists, one big and one small, collided with each other!
"Crack!"
The next second, the crisp sound of bones breaking clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Just when Fredick had a playful look in his eyes and a smile on his face, and Alice and the other three looked nervous, Old John's painful groans and pale face covered with sweat made several people present stunned.
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Without giving these people time to react, the little brat's avatar was ruthless and unforgiving, vividly demonstrating the wise saying of taking advantage of your illness to kill you.
He exerted force with his left hand, grabbed Old John's wrist, and threw it to the ground like a broken sack.
"Bang!"
Old John knelt on his knees. This shameful posture suddenly changed his expression.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets were about to burst.
Facing Old John's hateful gaze, the kid's clone didn't care at all. He grinned and said: "People from the Casamonica family are only as strong as this!"
"I told you a long time ago that you, with your old arms and legs, can't do anything to me. Why don't you believe me?"
Shaking his head, the kid's clone's eyes were half-squinted: "I was originally a person who respected the elderly and loved the young, but you kept trying to crush my limbs and pull out my tongue."
"You are so cruel and cruel that I can't even feel the slightest bit of guilt!"
"Tell me, how should I deal with you?"
"I made a mistake this time, and I admit defeat!" Old John took a breath, and his tone and attitude finally softened, "How on earth are you willing to expose this matter?"