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.

by

had chosen to assist

blink of an eye, the combatants had exchanged blows a dozen times or

were forceful and resolute, reminiscent of a charging bull;

a few setbacks, she wisely chose not to engage Wilfred head–on, opting

Bang!

exchanged blows

Wilfred’s fists swung toward Yelena, she calmly retreated while manipulating

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assassins from Shadow Garden are

Wilfred’s expression turned grim.

evading and maneuvering,

would eventually be worn down and

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

realm and could only rely on his punches and kicks for

was exhausted, even a direct confrontation would make him no match

was clearly

eyes as yet another punch missed its target. Then, in a sudden twist, his fist transformed into

Yelena’s face turned pale.

reached the grandmaster stage. How can he

instant, she cried

what erupted from 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 into Yelena’s

of color, and she swiftly spun around, fleeing from

with frustration.

lose his manhood. Oh, how I