C12 Brutal
C12 Brutal
Everyone looked at Yang Fann in shock. It was as if they were looking at a devil.
"Lei Bao lost! Lei Bao lost just like that!"
This wasn't supposed to be the script. Wasn't it supposed to be Lei Bao who killed Yang Fann so easily? In the end, there was a 360 degree reversal, and it was Yang Fann who crushed their Ink Bamboo Peak's number one!
Furthermore, anyone with discerning eyes could see that Yang Fann was obviously the one who crushed the number one person in the Ink Bamboo Peak! He still had a lot of strength left! It was obvious that Yang Fann still had some strength left.
Yang Fann had severely injured Lei Bao with a single punch, and Yang Fann had no intention of letting Lei Bao go just like that. Yang Fann ignored the shocked gazes of the servant disciple around him, and took a step forward. He walked towards Lei Bao, who was lying on the ground and could not get up!
Yang Fann's steps were very slow, but each of Yang Fann's steps was like stepping on Lei Bao's heart. Yang Fann's steps made Lei Bao unable to breathe.
"Yang. . . Yang Fann, you. . . You. . . What do you want to do?" When Yang Fann was three meters away from Lei Bao, Lei Bao could no longer bear the tremendous pressure in his heart. He started to shout.
"What are you doing?" Yang Fann's lips curved up, and Yang Fann revealed a mouthful of white teeth. "Lei Bao, what do you think I'm doing!?"
"Yang Fann, you. . . Don't mess around. We are all from the same sect. If you have anything you want to say, we can discuss it. . . . " Lei Bao struggled to move his body back a little and said with a trembling voice.
"This. . . Is this person really the Lei Bao who dominated the Ink Bamboo Peak?" The servant disciple didn't have the time to react. The feeling Lei Bao gave them was that he wasn't afraid of anything. They felt that Lei Bao was a fearless man.
"Same sect? You don't deserve to mention the same sect as me!" It was fine if Lei Bao did not mention the same sect, but now that Lei Bao mentioned it, Yang Fann was burning with anger. Yang Fann's face was full of anger, and Yang Fann stepped on Lei Bao's wrist with his foot. With a cracking sound, Lei Bao's wrist bone shattered into pieces.
"Ah!!!" The piercing pain caused Lei Bao to let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Yang Fann! You are a bastard! You are so cruel, I curse you to die a horrible death! "
Although Yang Fann's punch was heavy, it only broke a few of Lei Bao's ribs. Lei Bao only needed to lie in bed for ten days or half a month at most, but Yang Fann kicked him. It crushed the bone of Lei Bao's right wrist. Lei Bao's right hand was probably useless now. Not to mention hitting someone, it was difficult for Lei Bao to even use chopsticks normally.
"You still dare to scold me?" Yang Fann raised his eyebrows. He stepped on Lei Bao again and kicked Lei Bao's left wrist.
"Ah!" Lei Bao screamed like a pig being slaughtered. His left wrist was also broken, just like Lei Bao's right wrist.
"Yang. . . Yang Fann, you. . . You are a bastard. I curse you to die a miserable death!" Lei Bao's eyes spurted out blood and Lei Bao roared angrily. He was like an enraged beast. Lei Bao was very angry. "I, eldest brother, will not let you go. I want you to die! I want you to die. . . "
Lei Bao's hands had been crippled. Putting aside the fact that he had advanced to the Outer Sect, whether he could continue cultivating the martial arts was a huge problem. Lei Bao's hatred was something that he couldn't wash away even if he used all the water in the world!
"You still dare to threaten me? I think you are courting death!" Yang Fann's expression turned cold. A shocking Cold Shine flashed in his eyes.
In the next moment. . .
Yang Fann's sandbag sized fists rained down on Lei Bao like raindrops. For a moment, the sound of bones breaking, bones breaking, blood spurting out, miserable screams and curses rang out continuously.
As for Lei Bao's threat, Yang Fann didn't take it to heart at all. He was no longer the trash from twenty days ago. Yang Fann was a Fifth Empyrean early stage. In addition to Yang Fann's powerful Low-grade rank 8 bloodline, Yang Fann was placed in the Outer Sect. He was worthy of being called an expert. Lei Bao's eldest brother was also a outer sect disciple. Even if Lei Bao's elder brother was stronger than Yang Fann, he wouldn't be overly strong. It wasn't that Yang Fann didn't have the ability to fight him. If Yang Fann was given a little more time. . . It was still uncertain who would be the one to teach him a lesson!
"Bang!" Bang!" Bang!" . . .
Yang Fann was still not able to vent his anger. He lifted his foot and stepped on Lei Bao. Yang Fann did not hold back at all. Every punch and kick of Yang Fann contained hundreds of cauldrons of strength. He could easily break a millstone-sized rock into pieces!
"Brutal! This Yang Fann was too savage! Yang Fann is going to completely cripple Lei Bao!"
The servants in the surroundings couldn't help but shiver. They looked at Yang Fann, who was constantly beating Lei Bao. They looked at Yang Fann, who looked like a devil from the abyss of hell. They swore in their hearts that they would never offend this powerful man in the future.
"Lei Bao is really miserable! He was finished! I'm afraid Lei Bao won't be able to get out of bed for the rest of his life!"
Many servant disciples' eyes flashed with a trace of pity, but for some reason, they were secretly delighted and delighted in their hearts. Among them, most of them had suffered losses from Lei Bao before!
"Hahaha! . . . Truly satisfying! Hahaha. . . "
Yang Fann looked at Lei Bao who had completely fainted like a pile of mud under his feet. Yang Fann only felt that he had become relaxed. Yang Fann's entire body was filled with indescribable happiness. He vented all the grievances he had suffered in Lei Bao's hands in the past year at this moment.
Not only that, Yang Fann also found that after this battle, his Wild Bull Pulse Opening Fist had improved a little. He didn't understand a few changes in the past, but now he understood. He had also vaguely seen a trace of the profound mysteries of Transformation Stage.
The next moment. . .
Yang Fann's gaze shifted. He looked at Luo Cheng and the others who were shouting for Lei Bao to kill him. Lei Bao deserved to die. These villains who did evil deeds were also unforgivable. They relied on Lei Bao to support them. All these years, they had done many bad things and bullied many of their fellow disciples.
"Brother Yang, please spare our lives. We don't want to go against you. It was Lei Bao who forced us to do all of this. It was Lei Bao who forced us to do all of this. . . "
"And this Luo Cheng and Brother Yang! They were the ones who instigated us to come here! Brother Yang, you have to believe us! Brother Yang, you have to believe us!"
"That's right! That's right! Brother Yang, these things have nothing to do with us! These things really have nothing to do with us! "
. . .
In an instant, Lei Bao's dozen underlings fell to their knees, kneeling in front of Yang Fann. They begged Yang Fann to get up and push all the bad things to Lei Bao and Luo Cheng.
"You. . . You two. . . Luo Cheng, who was on the stretcher, was so angry that his heart was pounding. He spat out a mouthful of blood. He rolled his eyes and fainted again!
"Were they the ones who forced you to do this?" Yang Fann smiled coldly. Disdain flashed across his eyes. Did they really think that they were idiots? They had been very happy when they bullied Yang Fann these past few days. It was time for Yang Fann to take revenge!
Very soon, the sound of terrified wailing could be heard once again from the hillside, which had just calmed down. The wailing startled countless of night owls in the mountain.
The night sky was still the same, but no one knew that the fates of several people from the Ink Bamboo Peak had quietly changed!
. . .
The Ink Bamboo Peak was close to the top of the mountain. There was an independent courtyard the size of a few acres of farmland with exquisite decorations and rockery gardens and ponds. This was the residence of the most powerful person in the Ink Bamboo Peak, manager and Zhao Yiming!
The next morning, manager's courtyard welcomed a group of wounded people. Two of them were wrapped in gauze like dumplings. They were miserably lying on two stretcher. The two of them were Lei Bao and his number one fighter, Luo Cheng.
Beside the two of them were Lei Bao's subordinates. Each of them was wrapped in bandages and plaster. Of course, compared to Lei Bao and Luo Cheng, their injuries were much lighter.
In front of the group of wounded people stood a middle-aged man in his forties. He was dressed in brocade clothes and had a refined appearance. Although his temples had been slightly dyed with frost, there was a faint heroic spirit between his brows, which was still very attractive. This man was none other than the master of Ink Bamboo Peak - manager and Zhao Yiming.
"What's going on? Could it be that a servant from another peak came to provoke us?" Zhao Yiming looked at Lei Bao, who was no different from a mummy. He was both shocked and angry. Lei Bao was the number one person in Ink Bamboo Peak. Zhao Yiming had been counting on Lei Bao to earn face for Zhao Yiming in Bronze Warriors' Lane ten days later, but now Lei Bao had become like this. Not to mention giving face to Zhao Yiming. It would be great if Lei Bao didn't give face to Zhao Yiming!
"Manager Zhao, you have to make the decision for us. That bastard Yang Fann is simply not human. . . "
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