Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 103 Centipede Venom

Gerald never expected her to brazenly walk right into their midst.

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Feeling infuriated, he clenched his fists and roared, “Wilfred, kill her! Kill her now! I will deliver her lifeless b*dy to Joseph and let him punish her!”

“Understood!”

With that, Wilfred advanced toward his opponent, emanating the formidable presence of a seasoned martial artist.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wilfred’s decisive strikes reverberated with terrifying force, leaving deep imprints on the ground with each powerful step he took.

His fists, as if forged from steel, unleashed an awe–inspiring might that forced Yelena to repeatedly retreat in the face of his relentless assault.

So, this is the true strength of a

artial artist?

The spectators‘ widened pupils reflected their astonishment.

Even Osmond couldn’t help but feel a sense of inferiority. If it weren’t for Emrys‘ backing, he would have been compelled to yield to Wilfred without hesitation.

exceeded that of mere mortals. They

and his companions were perplexed by the fact that an assassin from

chosen

of an eye, the combatants had

resolute, reminiscent of a

a few setbacks, she wisely chose not to

Bang!

blows

Yelena, she calmly retreated while manipulating her dagger to

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assassins from Shadow

Wilfred’s expression turned grim.

However, she kept evading and maneuvering, surpassing him in speed, leaving him’frustrated and unable to fully utilize his

he would eventually be

was divided into nine tiers) and in the advanced stage, once the internal energy was projected

could only rely on his punches and kicks for

his internal energy was exhausted, even a direct confrontation would make him no match for

clearly

another punch missed its target. Then, in a sudden twist, his fist transformed into an open palm, unleashing a dazzling cascade of

Yelena’s face turned pale.

stage. How can he manifest his inner

the next instant, she cried

from Wilfred’s palm was not the typical internal energy of a martial artist but rather a rainbow–colored centipede with blood–red

complexion drained of color, and she swiftly spun around,

scowled, his voice dripping with frustration. “Why didn’t you