The Peerless Master

"Is there still time?" A figure appeared in front of him soundlessly. The green light was like a dancing fairy that instantly wrapped itself around the sniper's throat.

The sniper glared at him, feeling a chill down his neck. Then, his sight suddenly turned 360 degrees, and finally, after rolling on the ground for a distance, he saw his body crashing to the ground.

"No!" His bloody head slightly opened its mouth, unwilling to give out a miserable howl. Looking at the corpse that was just inches away from him, his eyes widened, but they did not contain a single trace of spirit.

He died with grievance!

The situation had clearly been tightly controlled by him. Who knew that in just one part of his attention, this Chen Feng was like a ghost at midnight, silently reaping his life.

Why couldn't he, who was at the level of the Origin Condensation Stage, block his sword?

This was the final method of the Mad Archer. With this in mind, he would never be able to die in peace.

"You …" The sniper was killed in a split-second, to the extent that even Wang Wenjun could not react in time.

Chen Feng landed quietly on the ground and looked coldly at Wang Wenjun who was extremely shocked. Not a single part of his body did not emit a strong killing intent.

"Now, it's your turn!" Chen Feng's voice seemed to have come from hell, instantly freezing the surrounding temperature.

"Gagaga —" A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Wenjun's face. It was an insane smile. It was an earnest smile, a cruel smile!

"Do you really think that you can take me down?" Wang Wenjun's face was filled with madness. "I didn't expect you to also be a Condensing Reality Stage expert, and one that's suitable for close combat."

"However, this berserk beast is nothing more than a trash that relied on external forces to fight. If it were to leave the spear, then it would be the lowest level of trash among the eight kings!" Wang Wenjun glanced at the corpse of the sniper and said with disdain.

As he spoke, Wang Wenjun gently lifted up both of his fists. At the same time, an intense aura burst out from his body as a layer of inky black light gathered on his fists. A putrid stench emanated from the black light; it was indescribably evil.

"My identity, is one of the eight kings of the Subordinate Faction, Poison Fist King!" Wang Wenjun's aura had completely changed. It had become gloomy, violent, and full of power.

"Hehe, I never thought that there would be so many Origin Condensation experts present today!"

In a battle of the same level, Chen Feng had never been afraid of anyone! The sniper rifle from before relied on modern firearms to force Chen Feng into a dangerous situation. However, since the sniper king had lost his gun, Chen Feng could still kill him in a single round.

"Arrogant!" Wang Wenjun shouted lightly. His steel-like fist carried a bloody wind as he threw a punch straight at Chen Feng's head.

"Humph!" Chen Feng let out a light snort. He tilted his head slightly to let this punch pass. Then, his right hand suddenly pointed out with a golden light.

"Piercing Mountain Finger —" Chen Feng's voice was very melodious, as if he was singing in broad daylight, and his heroic spirit soared to the sky.

His finger was like a shooting star in the dark night, its trajectory was clear but fast like lightning.

"Swish —" Chen Feng's finger tapped Wang Wenjun's body, bringing forth a flower of blood.

Wang Wenjun hurriedly retreated while holding the wound on his stomach. He stared at Chen Feng in disbelief.

"I didn't expect you to be this powerful. I'm inferior to you." Wang Wenjun opened his mouth and the expression on his face changed several times. Finally, he said this.

Just now, they had only exchanged a single exchange. However, Chen Feng's reaction speed, strength, and strength had all far surpassed him. He instantly understood why Chen Feng would let go of such arrogant words in the beginning.

Chen Feng looked coldly at Wang Wenjun. With an expressionless face, he said, "You want to touch my woman? You've already lost the opportunity to commit suicide." As he spoke, Chen Feng looked at Xiao Lin who was still tied to the pillar and saw that she only had her pink shield covering her upper body and her red body which was tied up by a rope. He felt a surge of fury in his heart, "Now, let's enjoy the feast of hell."

As he spoke, Chen Feng's body moved once again.

It was like a midnight ghost, dazzling Wang Wenjun's eyes.

The next moment, Wang Wenjun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his legs. He couldn't stand up anymore and fell to the ground weakly.

"Damn it, I won't let you insult me!" Wang Wenjun clenched his teeth as his heart was filled with resentment. This man actually made him unable to resist at all. However, this Wang Wenjun was also a ruthless person. As he thought of this, the true essence within his body suddenly stirred.

His body was like a balloon, rapidly blowing up.

"Want to self-destruct?" Chen Feng's face was filled with cruelty. "You want to self-destruct in front of me? No way!" After saying that, Chen Feng's finger suddenly pointed at Wang Wenjun's Ying Hall.

With a point from Chen Feng, Wang Wenjun's face suddenly flashed with intense despair and anger. His body that was blown big was like a deflated balloon as it quickly dried and flattened.

"You … You are a demon! " Wang Wenjun shouted with all his might.

However, what welcomed him was Chen Feng's thunderous technique.

For a moment, the entire warehouse was filled with violent, miserable howls.

"Chen Feng, enough!" Xiao Lin couldn't help but call out.

"Phew —" Chen Feng stopped what he was doing and glanced lightly at Wang Wenjun, who was still howling miserably.

At this moment, Wang Wenjun's entire body was in disarray. His entire body was like a lump of meat as he weakly fell to the ground, unable to move.

There were no more complete bones in his body.

"Kill me, kill me!" Wang Wenjun's jaw had been crushed by Chen Feng long ago. At this moment, his speech was slurred.

Chen Feng quietly looked at Wang Wenjun, who no longer had a human form, and said in a low voice, "No one is allowed to touch my woman!" After saying that, Chen Feng's right foot stomped down on Wang Wenjun's face.

"Chen Feng, you..." Xiao Lin wanted to say something, but found herself unable to say it.

Although she could not bear with Chen Feng's actions, she still felt warm inside. Wasn't Chen Feng's tyranny and cruelty all built on her?

Chen Feng gave a bright smile and loosened the rope on Xiao Lin's body.

"Run!" Suddenly, there was a scream, and the remaining members of the main faction started running towards the door in panic.

"Hmph, you want to run?" A sharp light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes as he prepared to charge forward.

"Don't!" Xiao Lin grabbed Chen Feng's clothes and said with a face full of pity, "Don't kill him!"

Chen Feng silently looked at Xiao Lin and suddenly smiled. She touched Xiao Lin's face lovingly and insisted, "I promise you." However, they have already looked at your body, so their eyes cannot be left behind. "

"No one is allowed to touch my woman!"

As he spoke, Chen Feng's figure disappeared. The next moment, a series of screams suddenly exploded from the crowd.

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