Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

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.

The might of a martial artist exceeded that of mere mortals. They were truly formidable yet frightening.

were perplexed by the

had chosen

the blink of an eye, the combatants had exchanged blows a

forceful and resolute, reminiscent of a charging bull; each punch carried

agility and flexibility. After enduring a few setbacks, she wisely chose not to engage Wilfred head–on, opting instead for a strategy

Bang!

blows

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Wilfred’s expression turned grim.

him head–on, he would undoubtedly overpower her. However, she kept evading and maneuvering, surpassing

would eventually be worn down and

their internal energy. In the early stages, it was divided into nine tiers) and in the advanced stage, once the internal energy

only rely on his punches and kicks for attacks.

direct confrontation would make him

was clearly

Then, in a

Yelena’s face turned pale.

How can he manifest his inner

instant,

martial artist but rather a rainbow–colored centipede with blood–red wings.

drained of color, and she swiftly spun around, fleeing from

with frustration.

his manhood. Oh, how I long to subject her to unspeakable torment!