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.

Osmond and his companions were perplexed by

had chosen to assist

blink of an eye, the combatants had

were 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 of attrition, resulting in a

Bang!

exchanged blows

swung toward Yelena, she calmly retreated while manipulating her dagger to find

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Wilfred’s expression turned grim.

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

would eventually be worn down and

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

realm and could only rely on his punches and kicks for attacks. Every time he missed, it depleted his internal

energy was exhausted, even a direct

clearly

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

Yelena’s face turned pale.

hasn’t reached the grandmaster stage. How can he

in the next instant, she cried

Wilfred’s palm was not the typical internal energy of a martial artist but rather a rainbow–colored centipede with blood–red wings. Without warning, it sank its fangs

complexion drained of color, and she swiftly spun

his voice dripping with frustration.

my beloved son to lose his manhood. Oh, how I long to subject her