Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

The remaining two Junin were left far behind by Nakamura Wunan, but how could their speed compare to Zhuo Yifan?Zhuo Yifan had already caught up with one of them in just a moment, and grabbed the man's collar with his big hands, his eyes were bloodshot as if he could bleed.

The ninja struggled frantically, but Zhuo Yifan's big hand seemed to be made of iron, and he remained motionless.Even when the steel knife in his hand hit Zhuo Yifan's body, it had no effect at all, as if he had cut a rocky mountain, leaving only a faint mark, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The horror in the ninja's eyes was quickly replaced by despair.When Zhuo Yifan slapped him with the other big hand, he had already lost all his intuition, he just felt light all over, and his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Yifan who was getting farther and farther away.It turned out that with a wave of his hand, Zhuo Yifan had already blown the head of the patient, and blood rushed out from the cut of his neck, making Zhuo Yifan bathed in blood again.

Watching Zhuo Yifan tear his companion's corpse into pieces like a demon from hell, the last Jonin's legs gave way, and he crawled on the ground, urinating and defecating.

Zhuo Yifan didn't care so much, he went up to that ninja,

"No...don't...don't, let me go...you devil!" the Jōnin yelled loudly,

Nakamura Wunan's escape route is a relatively secluded path.And next door is the street with people coming and going.Although it is a small road, people pass by from time to time.The bloody scene in front of him has already fallen into the eyes of some nearby residents.The Jonin's yelling caused countless windows in the surrounding buildings to open one after another, and some people looked towards this side.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Yifan's bloody display stunned all the onlookers.Some people who couldn't bear it had already started to vomit.The timid one quickly closed the window and ran to call the police.

The last Jonin was solved, and Nakamura Wunan used the time to run a kilometer away.But how could Zhuo Yifan let him go like this, without even thinking about it, he took a big step and chased after him.

Zhuo Yifan, whose strength has soared, is three points faster than Nakamura Wunan in terms of speed.The distance between him and Nakamura Wunan is getting closer and closer.

Nakamura Wunan looked back with a bloodless face. He was almost as frightened as the Jonin, but the situation was not much better than theirs.At this time, he even scolded the high priest who sent him over countless times!In his opinion, Zhuo Yifan was no longer a human being, but a real demon who came out of hell.

After all, Nakamura Wunan is a master of Tianren level. Seeing that he was about to be overtaken by Zhuo Yifan, he became cruel, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he pulled out the steel knife in his hand again, exhausting all his strength, It hit Zhuo Yifan on the head.

Seeing Nakamura Wunan stop, Zhuo Yifan followed suit.At this time, Nakamura Wunan's steel knife happened to hit him on the head.

There was a brief silence, only the slight shaking of the blade and Nakamura Wuo's heavy breathing could be heard.Zhuo Yifan's body didn't react at all, just like a statue, standing there blankly.Nakamura Wunan's pupils couldn't help shrinking, he didn't understand what was going on, but the panic in his heart became more and more intense.Because this knife did not cut into Zhuo Yifan's head, not even his scalp, as if it was cut on a rocky mountain!