Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning Chapter 252 - 252 152 Capturing the Tiger2

Chapter 252: 152 Chapter: Capturing the Tiger_2 Chapter 252: 152 Chapter: Capturing the Tiger_2 Liu Mo has always been reticent, but now he speaks eloquently, surprising both Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.

Inside the teahouse, the people sitting around listen to him denouncing the Huai Mountain Five Tigers for their wrongdoings, feeling a heaviness in their hearts.

The Huai Mountain Five Tigers are ruthless and rarely leave survivors in their encounters.

And the things they have done are not unknown, it’s just that no one can manage them.

Those who could manage them couldn’t catch them.

Those who caught them didn’t have the ti.

In summary, all these factors have allowed them to run wild in Dongcheng for over a decade, becoming notorious and increasingly arrogant.

“Good!”

Then a voice rings out; it’s the young man in white.

As he looks up, his face is full of anger: “Huai Mountain Five Tigers, I thought you were so heroes, but it turns out you’re villains who have committed all sorts of atrocities. But of course, how could good people casually use such a deadly poison like rotten corpse and bones?

“In this case, I can’t let you leave here so easily.”

While saying this, he sneakily stuffs a stead bun into his mouth, his expression filled with righteous indignation, although his cheeks puffing in and out made him look sowhat comical.

“Hmph, whose child is this? Blowing hot air here, did your family not teach you manners?”

The scar-faced man’s eyes roll repeatedly, and suddenly, with a flick of a solitary palm, hidden weapons are launched in a style resembling a shower of petals, targeting Liu Mofeng, Feng Baichuan, and the others.

Following that, his other hand swings, and the concealed poison instantly soars through the air.

He aims it towards the ordinary patrons within the teahouse.

These two moves—one to hold back Liu Mo, Feng Baichuan, and the others, and another to poison the patrons inside the teahouse, further delaying their movents.

He then swiftly dodges, planning to strike within the teahouse.

Without any intention to help his own brothers, he calculated his actions.

With a flicker, he’s already outside the teahouse about to dash off, but as he looks up, he sees soone standing right before him.

Startled, he exclaims: “You!?”

Standing in front of him is naturally Su Mo.

He’s holding a deer skin glove in his palm and casually tosses it: “Giving this back to you.”

“What?”

The scar-faced man’s face changes dramatically.

He mistakenly thinks that what Su Mo casually tossed was the deadly poison he had just scattered among the patrons.

Not knowing how it ended up in Su Mo’s hand, he dares not catch it.

Without a second thought, he dashes back into the teahouse and upon a quick glance, notices indeed no one is poisoned.

His thoughts churn rapidly, but his steps don’t pause, imdiately running towards another direction.

Suddenly, he feels sothing touching his shoulder, seemingly a person…

Startled, he looks up only to see a large fat man inexplicably standing before him.

Furious, he shouts: “Fatso, get out of the way!!!”

He lifts his shoulder.

This movent appears simple, but it is cleverly using strength, capable of tossing not just a fat man, but even imnse boulders.

However, at this ti, as he applies his strength, it feels like throwing a stone into the sea.

He suddenly looks up, the fat man’s face fiercely furious, shouting:

“How dare you call fatso!”

He then strikes with a palm that suddenly descends from above, fast as a mace.

The scar-faced man tightens inside; however, at this mont, with Su Mo and the deadly poison behind, the young man in white to the left, and Feng Baichuan and others to the right, he has no room for further considerations—

He only clenches his teeth and eyes, eting the attack with a fierce slap, hoping for a miracle.

Then a loud clanging sound is heard.

The scar-faced man shakes violently, his arm breaking instantly from the impact, then another force pierces him from top to bottom, immobilizing him as if he were a nail.

Half his body is driven into the ground.

He’s struck dumb.

He anticipated the fat man was tough, but not to this extent.

Before he could regain his senses, the fat man suddenly reaches out, grabs his head.

With a re tug, like pulling out a radish, he yanks him out of the ground.

The fat man then reveals a simple smile, asking Su Mo:

“Master, how shall we deal with him?”

The term “Master” bewilders Feng Baichuan and the others, wondering since when did Su, the Chief of the Escort, turn rogue?

Su Mo’s mouth twitches, and he finally speaks: “Just keep him aside, make sure he can’t move.”

“Got it!!”

Zhen Xiaoxiao agrees, and with a swing, he throws the scar-faced man onto the ground.

Although the scar-faced man’s arm is shattered, he still has one good arm and reaches into his chest to plot further—

But unexpectedly, he senses a shadow flash, and upon looking up, sees the fat man descending from the sky.

The entire weight of the man crashes down on him.

Unable to draw his hand from his chest, he hears a series of crackling sounds.

He’s crushed by the imnse force, his arm shattered along with countless ribs.

Blood spurts from his mouth, and he nearly wishes for imdiate death:

“A warrior may be killed… but not humiliated…”

With his last strength, he emits a feeble protest.

“Shut up!”

Zhen Xiaoxiao swings the one-legged copper man and with a swath of whipping sounds through the air, he then looks down sternly: “Another word, and I’ll smash this on your face.”