Chapter 151 Side by Side— Nominal Disciples’ Counterattack
Before his voice had died away.
“Really?” Ding Hao sneered at him with his fists bursting into force suddenly.
“What?” Yuan Tiangang instantly changed his face.
Because a terrible force that made him feel trembled was like a flood bursting out from the rival’s fists, which instantly shocked his wrists so that they had pins and needles and five fingers unconsciously opened, he could no longer hold Ding Hao’s fist.
Bang!
The next moment, the fist striking the flesh body produced a rumbling sound.
Yuan Tiangang only felt that his head was hit by a hammer. He could hear the click of his broken ear bone. Little golden stars flew up before him, and the scene in his sight began to blur.
Then, within his sight, he saw the blood splash.
He couldn’t help flying backwards.
This scene in the eyes of the disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts was exciting with great relief—
Senior Brother Ding Hao’s fist, with the momentum of breaking the hordes of troops, easily shook Yuan Tiangang’s palm and smashed him hard on the most arrogant face. Then the arrogant face touching the fist began to deform slowly, like rotten tomatoes hit by a hammer. The skin shook up visible ripples, blood gushed out from the mouth, and the arrogant look on the other half of the face solidified and gradually became horrified!
“Er... Poof!”
In the miserable cry, Yuan Tiangang was directly blown out by a fist like a wooden stake struck by a battering ram.
At the same time—
“Ah...”
“You...”
“Poof...”
Three miserably shouts sounded almost simultaneously.
The black-moled teenager Wang Yong and his two companions, despite their best efforts, had not yet aroused their bloodline force. Their strength was average. Under Li Lan’s Exceedingly Beautiful Fade-like Palm Technique, they almost did not even stand one move. They all fell to the ground, with pale face and miserable screaming.
There was a deathly silence around.
Just for one round, did Ding Hao and Li Lan defeat their respective rivals?!
Both Ding Hao and Li Lan were proud of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts, but they were fighting side by side for the first time. As all knew that their rivals were the bloodline warrior disciples high above. Unexpectedly they were incredibly vulnerable. Were these four guys fake bloodline warrior disciples?!
“Oh, oh, oh, invincible!”
“Haha, those are so-called bloodline warriors?”
“It’s really funny!”
All disciples of the Eastern Academy were silent for a moment and then reacted. They all jumped up excitedly and cheered.
It really worked off their anger!
What bullshit arrogant bloodline warriors, and in front of Senior Brother Ding and Senior Brother Li, they were beaten just like dogs scurrying about everywhere!
At this time, suddenly, in the opposite—
“Ding Hao!”
An angry roar like a wounded wild beast suddenly sounded.
Half of his face became swollen like a rotten peach. Yuan Tiangang stood up slowly with his hand on the stone table. Anger in his eyes was like a flame spraying out. A handsome face became ferocious because of injury and anger like a demonic beast who chose people to suck blood.
“You are dead! I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you cheap bastard!”
Yuan Tiangang’s whole body trembled with anger, and a faint red dense Qi, from his body, slowly spread out.
This was red dense Qi, not blood.
It was Qi!
Red Qi!
Almost in an instant, the half-smashed face recovered at the speed visible to the naked eye, the swollen flesh turned back to normal white, and the blood on the corners of the mouth disappeared, as if he had not been punched at all, even his momentum soared to a higher level!
A mysterious force, in his body, completely changed from remaining dormant to blow up.
The red flame, like ripples, centered on his body, and spread bit by bit in all directions.
Yuan Tiangang’s robes bulged without any wind, with sleeves whistling and his hair flying up one by one.
Was this... the power of bloodline?
Terrible!
“Inferior worm, this is my real strength, you angered me, so I want you to die!” Yuan Tiangang’s eyes were covered by red blood, he reached out his hands slowly, and held a pair of special-shaped sabers and slowly pulling them out.
Two silver stripes like crescent moon instantly showed up before everyone.
The chilly and gloomy evil spirit emanated from the sabers like a crescent moon.
These two sabers were obviously not ordinary things.
All people’s expression solidified and they changed from being joyful to being dignified!
All the people here were martial artists. They felt that now Yuan Tiangang’s strength was more than three times than before as if in an instant he changed into another person. His oncoming aggressive momentum made most disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts have a kind of oppressive feeling out of breath. Moreover, even their fighting spirit could not be inspired.
Was this the horror of the bloodline warriors?
Was there really an unbridgeable chasm between ordinary people and these heavenly favourites?
The brilliance in some people’s eyes became dim.
“Hahaha, you’re finished. Senior Brother Yuan Tiangang has inspired the bloody power the day before yesterday, so he still is the top grade Inflammation Blood of Yin Evil Spirit in the bloodline rank of the second class. He only woke up one-twentieth of his blood, but it is definitely not you these cheap guys who can resist!”
Wang Yong and his two fellows got up and stood behind Yuan Tiangang, making a malicious provocation.
“Especially Ding Hao, and what Lan, incredibly you dare to fight against us these noble bloodline warriors, and you are dead!”
“I’m going to tell the inner core elder of the sect to drive out you who don’t know whether to live or die, haha!”
The outbreak of Yuan Tiangang’s blood force had made these three guys who were beaten by Li Lan like dogs became arrogant again. They thought that they were naturally noble and had never put any attention to those ordinary disciples.
“Everybody back off!”
Ding Hao shouted angrily and grabbed something with his right hand in the air. A half-glittering and half-rusty sword flashed in his palm out of the Storage Ring.
His expression became serious.
“So what with the outbreak of the bloodline force? Let it be. Today I’ll let you understand that I can beat you once, I can beat you 10 times, 100 times, 1,000 times!”
The long sword tilted to the ground, and Ding Hao showed no fear.
Long black hair fluttered like a waterfall. In the air, beautiful white snowflakes, glittering and translucent, silently condensed out and danced around Ding Hao like white elves. White silver frost spread at his feet.
In this way, he approached Yuan Tiangang step by step with no weakness.
Everyone held their breath nervously.
Can ordinary disciples really challenge the bloodline warriors?
Could the mythology of invincible bloodline warriors be broken?
Li Lan slightly moved but stopped. With a layer of suet jade luster in his white palm, he was quietly standing behind Ding Hao. Obviously, he was ready to support Ding Hao in need.