Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 144 - 144 Fleeing at the Mere Sight of the Enemy

Ghost Wolf silently bowed his head and entered the cage.

Yang Fei, however, was all relaxed and easygoing, continuously interacting with the audience below the stage, blowing kisses.

This guy dawdled for a while before finally entering the cage.

A flicker of contempt flashed through Ghost Wolf's eyes.

The path of martial studies is about single-minded dedication and focused training.

To spend ten years on a single sword is to temper not just Essence and Xueqi, but also every person's cultivation and temperant.

Therefore, martial arts masters who have achieved success in their cultivation often have a broad-minded and tranquil disposition.

Individuals like Yang Fei, who are flippant and impetuous,

Even if they are exceptionally talented, will ultimately find it difficult to reach the peak of martial arts.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything.

Legend has it that ten years ago, Huaxia Martial Arts produced an amazing and brilliant talent and great master.

This great master, in less than ten years, broke through the supre path of martial studies, reaching a realm unimaginable to the ordinary martial artist and one that others would look up to for their entire lives.

And this talented king, his character is said to be not so stable.

Ghost Wolf thought to himself while also secretly observing Yang Fei.

He was like a real hungry wolf, watching his prey and ready to pounce at any mont to snap its neck.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, seed unconcerned; he started to warm up inside the cage.

Counting off "one two three four, two two three four" rhythmically, he continuously spread his hips, bent his waist, and twisted as if playing the Pi Gu, his movents flamboyant and indecent.

This scene made the outside audience both laugh and swear.

"The second round of the arena challenge officially begins."

The host, seemingly unable to bear Yang Fei's foolery, announced eagerly as soon as the allotted three minutes were up.

At the sa ti, the host threw a white glove into the cage.

The mont the white glove hit the ground, Ghost Wolf imdiately made his move.

His figure turned into a blurry shadow, his hand forming an Eagle Claw shape, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, he attacked Yang Fei.

Ghost Wolf was an extrely formidable assassin; his moves were simple, practical, focused on attack power, aiming for a one-hit kill.

Such a simple pounce and throat lock, executed by him, reached an astonishing level of speed and force.

And his terrifying lethality made everyone hold their breath.

The eyes of Li Shun and Yi Long were filled with fear.

Both of these n were martial arts masters and had broken through Dark Force.

However, both thought to themselves that if they were in Yang Fei's shoes, they likely wouldn't be able to avoid Ghost Wolf's strike.

Who could have imagined that a simple Fist Technique, when its speed and force increased tenfold, could achieve such a terrifying effect?

Yang Fei turned and ran!

Ghost Wolf's movents froze montarily.

He had already anticipated all of Yang Fei's possible follow-up moves.

Should Yang Fei choose to fight back, whether through blocking, attacking, or a combination of defense and offense, Ghost Wolf had countless vicious follow-up moves waiting for him.

But what he never expected was that Yang Fei would turn to flee without fighting!

Clang!

Ghost Wolf moved too fast and couldn't stop in ti; his five fingers scratched against the cage's steel bars.

The steel bar made a loud sound, as if tal was striking tal.

On the rusty steel bar, five finger impressions imdiately appeared, with every single texture clearly visible.

Hiss!

All the audience mbers, as if they had contracted a toothache, collectively inhaled a breath of cold air.

Ordinary people could not comprehend how human flesh and blood could cause such terrifying damage?

Ghost Wolf slowly turned around.

Behind him, Yang Fei kept winking and gesturing triumphantly.

"Ghost Wolf, your claws are fierce, but you can't catch , haha."

Looking at that sly, triumphant face, Ghost Wolf's typically cold and calm temperant also beca slightly agitated with anger.

He coldly said, "There won't be a second ti, you won't escape."

In the cage, the space is no more than ten square ters.

In such a cramped area, a Mingjin Master, simply trying to escape, absolutely couldn't evade pursuit and killing by a Dark Energy Master.

"Nonsense, young master won't lower himself to your level, you think you have the guts to catch ? If you catch this young master, I'll give you candy," he teased.

Yang Fei imdiately perked up; this guy didn't consider escaping without a fight shaful but rather took pride in it.

The smug, wicked smile on his face made everyone howl in frustration.

Upon hearing Yang Fei's last words, Ghost Wolf's face instantly turned cold.

"You're seeking death!"

With a long howl, Ghost Wolf's figure leaped up, and he charged towards Yang Fei as fast as lightning.

Yang Fei instantly turned and fled again.

This ti, the two completely changed positions.

And after Ghost Wolf's strike missed, he didn't stop his offensive.

It was as if he had beco a whirlwind. In the cramped cage of less than ten square ters, he moved in every direction, with his claw shadows everywhere.

In the air, a sharp hissing noise could be heard, painfully cutting through the ear.

This was the sound of Ghost Wolf's claws tearing through the air.

Occasionally, a clashing sound of tal rang out when Ghost Wolf, unable to halt his montum, crashed into the steel pipes of the cage.

But no matter how fast and vicious he was,

the figure of Yang Fei always dangled in front of him like a carrot on a stick—visible but out of reach.

This guy's movents were like a piece of paper caught in a gale, fluttering here and there, completely unpredictable.

He was also akin to a slippery eel in oil, extrely elusive and tricky.

Ghost Wolf's claws always fell just short of catching him.

Yet that tiny distance, no matter what, always proved impossible to close.

Ghost Wolf hoped that Yang Fei would turn around and confront him with a move.

If only he would take on a strike from him, his follow-up moves could entangle Yang Fei, trapping him in a quagmire of disassembling maneuvers, unable to break free.

If he couldn't break free, Ghost Wolf was confident that within one minute, he could cripple this guy's limbs.

However, this bastard didn't even think of taking him on, let alone turn his head back even once.

He hopped around like a cheerful flea, never stopping.

He seed to really enjoy this kind of ga, evading by hopping while whistling joyfully.

Sotis he even turned back to urge Ghost Wolf on, "Hurry up, did you not eat dinner? Speed up; otherwise, it's not thrilling."

What a monster, having such an opponent could very well be the biggest disaster of Ghost Wolf's life.

On Huang Da's face, the expression beca extrely solemn.

As a martial arts expert, and standing on the outside, he naturally could see that Yang Fei was sothing special.

Ghost Wolf's attacks were fierce like a hurricane, swift like lightning.

If Huang Da were to face Ghost Wolf, he could only respond calmly and dismantle the moves as they ca.

Yet Yang Fei, this re Mingjin-level nobody, was able to avoid over a hundred of Ghost Wolf's assaults without a scratch.

This result was truly dumbfounding.

Generally speaking, in a fight, being able to dodge an opponent's attack usually gives one the opportunity to counter.

The difference between a master's exchange and a common brawl in this respect isn't significant.

Yang Fei avoided more than a hundred attacks from Ghost Wolf.

What did this imply?

It implied that within just these few minutes, he had over a hundred chances to attack Ghost Wolf.

Yet, this guy appeared to be especially fond of this chase ga, not striking at all.

He shouted and scread, fled when he saw shadow, playing with utter delight.

All of this could only suggest that this guy's strength was unfathomably deep.

Eldest Senior Brother's narrowed eyes had already widened, and the more he watched, the wider they beca; he seed even more shocked than Huang Da.

"Four Symbols Step, this kid, he's in league with the old thief who stole the Sacred Object," he suddenly exclaid.