The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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She ignored the people behind her and raised the iron rod to chop at the others in front of her. On the third one, she felt a dull pain when she was hit on the back by something blunt. "Bang!" The man who had raised the iron rod high up and was ready to hit Gu Weimian was thrown out and landed on the wall of a nearby residential house, then fell down again.
She ignored the people behind her and raised the iron rod to chop at the others in front of her.
One, two...
On the third one, she felt a dull pain when she was hit on the back by something blunt.
"bite!"
The iron rod in his hand was also knocked down, and Gu Weimian's eyes dimmed. This was really terrible.
His expression was calm.
She narrowed her eyes and put her hand into her arms.
"Bang!"
The man who had raised the iron rod high up and was ready to hit Gu Weimian was thrown out and landed on the wall of a nearby residential house, then fell down again.
Everyone, including Gu Weiman, was stunned.
One of them was a man with a height of nearly two meters and tangled muscles. He had a gloomy face. The moment he saw Huo Yan, he sneered: "Cripple?"
Huo Yan looked at the man expressionlessly, the hostility on his face seemed to devour the muscular man completely.
The muscular man narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and quickly approached the two people.
Before Gu Weimian could get up from the ground, the man moved again.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, clearly in a state where he could be killed at any time, but no one could get close to him.
"Bang bang bang bang!..."
Several consecutive punches and kicks.
One after another fell down, but Huo Yan, who was in the middle of the storm, was safe and sound.
In less than five minutes, there was no one left standing.
Everybody fell down.
The muscular man's face darkened: "I didn't expect that a cripple could be a martial artist."
He laughed coldly and rushed forward.
"ah!……"
The next second, a ferocious expression of collapse appeared on the muscular man's face.
The man had nailed one of his hands to the ground with an iron rod, his palm was pierced by the iron rod, and the ground was covered in blood.
Gu Weimian stared blankly at Huo Yan in front of him.
There was a trace of blood on the man's white jade face, but it was not his. The blood ran across the man's temple, flowed down, and disappeared into the man's collar.
That drop of blood made the man's skin look whiter, his lips look redder, and his eyes looked even colder and without a trace of emotion.
It's like a Shura walking up from hell.
He didn't have too much interest in entangled with the muscular man, but slowly pushed the wheelchair to the first man he knocked down.
It was also in front of the person who hit Gu Weimian on the back with a stick.
The man seemed to realize something, and looked at Huo Yan with a pale face. Not far away was the disabled hand of the muscular man. His voice trembled: "You... it's all a misunderstanding. It was Ai Zhiyuan who asked us to help. We are neighbors, there is nothing we can do."
I've never seen anything so cruel!
"Bang!"
The stick in Huo Yan's hand hit the man hard on the back.
Gu Weimian turned his eyes away.
She seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.
The man on the ground howled miserably: "Please, let me go, this is all Ai Zhiyuan's idea, it has nothing to do with us!"
Huo Yan's eyes were indifferent, and the way he looked at him was no different from a dead object.
He turned the stick in his hand from horizontal to vertical.
The tip was aimed right at the man's heart.
With so many people at the scene at this moment, no one doubted whether Huo Yan would stab the stick in his hand into the man's heart.
Everyone was captivated by the terrifying aura emanating from Huo Yan.
The man lying on the ground had dilated pupils, filled with extreme fear, and backed away in panic, but unfortunately, he was in a blind spot.
I don’t know if Huo Yan already had a plan in mind when he just threw him away, or if this man was really unlucky.