Chapter 275: Lin Mo

As expected, after exchanging one punch, neither side stopped.

Soon, the second punch, primed and ready, slammed out.

Planting their feet, the second punch switched hands, striking each other just below the left shoulder.

"Boom!"

Both bodies tilted backward simultaneously, then shot up again, locking into brutal combat.

Lin Qingyu delivered a whipping kick that smashed into Long A's waist, snapping several ribs; he winced in pain.

Although Edward and the others had dawdled for a long time, the werewolf side seemed to have encountered some problem too.

Yun Fan saw this but ignored it entirely—partly because he couldn't resist yet, and partly because he didn't need to act.

The official had forced himself to sit for too long; if he didn't leave soon to find a solution, the entire restaurant might soon witness his humiliation.

Therefore, when encountering such a situation, the first step is to kill those infected by the venom.

The powerful figures stood in empty space; across the vast cosmos, explosions like fireworks echoed through this world, as stars burst open before their eyes.

Everyone heard that line: "Whether it's me or my grandfather, we both think Ye Xuan is superior to your Xiao family men."

Leave Zhu Zishan there; until they find Xuesha Zi, she should be safe.

At this moment, Zhao Hao stood proudly atop the Zhan Tian Platform, no longer roaring; a sharp smile touched his face, his star-like eyes hardened, radiating piercing cold light.

Xie Runfa picked up the flashlight, his hand trembling, shone it on the wild boar, declared it dead, and only then did the other villagers rush over.

As Adams hesitated, the car roared past; once the moment passed, everyone naturally abandoned the idea of attacking.

The Yin Demon, aside from being sharp-tongued and reclusive, was not as rumored—merely stirring trouble and delighting in chaos; he also possessed a certain masculine boldness.

Xu Wanjun slowly repeated to the two the information he had extracted about the Yin Soul Sect; halfway through, Lu Xueqi's Tianya sword was jolted, half-leaping from its scabbard, and Lu Xueqi's face twisted into a murderous glare—had Yuanzi not held her back, she might have slain the survivors outright.

Afterwards, Berizzo made two substitutions at the 75th and 81st minutes, attempting one final push.

Nan Mu also reached out, like an elder, placing his hand on Elu's arm, offering silent encouragement.

The Wind Whisperer would command fifty third-grade ferocious beasts, the Kampo Beasts, clad in full heavy armor, resembling "Thunder Roar."

"Qiao Fei! How could you treat me like this! What have I ever done to you?!" Zheng Shu, badly shaken, screamed out, losing all composure.

Geraldo: "This season will be stronger—they can field three central midfielders thanks to Juan, and with an extra defender, their defense has become far tighter."

Wei Huan wanted to cry, but no tears came—Grandpa Dean had told her that specific evolutionary conditions were required to unlock it.

The Ewald players' celebration had ended; Dong Zhe ran while waving to the stands, the cheers still unceasing.

This was somewhat strange: typically, Peking Opera performers debut at eleven or twelve, but Yuan Zhou remained mysterious, only debuting at this age.

The crescent moon was like a blade; Qianxi struggled to rise from the large rock. Wang Tian moved to help, but Qianxi's brow furrowed instantly; Wang Tian helplessly stayed put.

He suddenly remembered Qiao Qiaoqiao on the bus—unreasonable, brutal—and his heart turned icy, sweat breaking on his forehead; she was clearly an irrational savage, wouldn't she try to use this chance to swindle him out of his big red bills?

Seeing everyone say this, Ye Hen began doubting himself—perhaps he was just overly suspicious. Thinking this, he smiled faintly, yet he still didn't promise them anything about resting; he simply didn't have that much time to rest.