novel-bin 048 Art Is Patrick! [Thank You For The Reward From The Apex Of The Indigenous Gods, And Thank You Fo
048 Art Is Patrick! [Thank You For The Reward From The Apex Of The Indigenous Gods, And Thank You Fo
"laugh!"
Under Jed's surprised gaze, the unstoppable fist directly pierced Ron's chest!!
"Is he courting death on purpose?"
This idea subconsciously appeared in Jed's mind, but he quickly discarded it.
Just kidding, it has reached such a point, you told me that you deliberately courted death?
No fool would believe it!
But since it is not sent to death, does that mean there must be some backhand?!
Jed immediately got up to 120,000 points and prepared to deal with it.
But unfortunately, when he just pierced Ron's chest with his fist, and many other thoughts came to his mind, even though the time was short, it was enough for people to seize that moment of opportunity.
Just when Jed's stature stagnated for a brief moment, when the old strength had exhausted the new strength, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind the pierced Ron!
"This....is still a clone?!!"
Jed's gaze moved involuntarily following the movement of that figure, and when he really saw the figure's face clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly.
"In a short period of time, it is already necessary to set a large limit to produce one clone intact. Is it possible to produce more than one in a row? Is it a restriction and an oath?!!"
Jed's mind was full of thoughts again, but the reality didn't allow him to think any more.
He vaguely saw that another Ron flew out, and hit him directly on the head with a heavy punch!
The physical memory he had cultivated over the years made his body raise an arm as a conditioned reflex to resist before the brain's reaction.
But this was in a hurry, and in addition, the punch just now gathered too much resentment, so that the resentment he can use to resist the attack now is far less than when he attacked just now!
Therefore, the result of this contact between the two parties can be imagined under the intentional calculation!
As soon as Jed raised his arm, he felt a sudden pain, and then a lightness in his shoulder.
He stared helplessly at a broken arm that still had remnants of resentment floating in the air, soaked in blood!
However, this is not the number yet!
After the arm was cut off, it didn't bring any hindrance to the opponent, on the contrary, it drove straight in, and the claw-shaped palm cut fiercely on Jed's right chest from top to bottom!
Like pinching tofu, the five fingers penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood of Jed's chest, completely penetrating in, making the palm at the root of Ron's fingers tightly close to Jed's (afci) chest.
"do you know?"
Seeing the blood dripping from the corner of Jed's mouth uncontrollably, Ron smiled slightly under his ugly eyes.
"Art is Pai Daxing!"
While speaking, Jed felt a fiery temperature coming from the palm close to his chest.
This temperature instantly spreads and increases at a speed that the nerves can't fully react to!
"boom!!"
There was a loud noise, with Jed's chest as the center point, as if several tons of gunpowder piled up exploded at this moment at the same time!
Nen, little yangyao!
This Nen from Kensloo was used by Ron to deal with Jed!
[A small pinch of gunpowder], the stronger the mind covered in the hand, the stronger the lethality when touching the enemy!!
Undoubtedly, with Ron's complete preparation this time, the level of thoughts condensed in his hands is quite high!
In contrast, the explosive power produced~~~
"what is that?!"
On the outer wall of the sky arena, Killua held Gon with one hand, and released a steel yo-yo with the other hand to wrap around an iron railing on the outer wall.
The two of them hung there wobbly, blinking their big eyes at the rising "mushroom cloud" on the top of the tower.
"It's so powerful!"
Being in the downwind position here, Gon and Killua could vaguely feel the burning temperature from the wind, and couldn't help but be speechless.
"Killua, are you saying that the explosion was caused by Ron, or by that weird guy over there?"
"It should be Ron, right? After all, the other party's ghost Nen, when I was a child, I heard from the housekeeper at home that ghosts are most afraid of such masculine things... Explosions should be regarded as masculine things?"
Killua said somewhat uncertainly.
"It should be... Killua, look, that monster!"
Gon suddenly found something, and quickly reminded loudly.
Killua turned his head immediately, only to see the huge Rakshasa summoned by Jed, whose figure unexpectedly exploded with black and blue lines of resentment.
It's just that the outbreak this time doesn't mean any big moves.
On the contrary, visible to the naked eyes of Killua and Gon, after Rakshasa burst out these grievance lines, his whole body began to disintegrate rapidly like ice and snow melting!
"This is... a breakdown?!"
"Hmm! It should be that the opponent doesn't have the extra energy to maintain such an ability, that is to say, the explosion just now..."
"!!"
The two said in unison.
They looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
This battle should be stable!
"Killua, let's find a place to stay first, it hurts to hang me like this.
"Well, let me see...that iron wall looks a little weaker, your fist should be able to break it?"
"I'll give it a try later... By the way, Killua."
After Gon finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and couldn't help but pause.
"What's wrong?" Killua asked subconsciously when his name was called.
"Such an explosion, do you think President Netero will be okay?"
Wordless silence.
It wasn't until a gust of wind blew that the bodies of the two of them trembled before an uncertain voice sounded.
"Should be...... all right?"
Just when the two little guys were looking for a way to settle down, they were on the top of the tower.
"Huh~huh~"
The sound of gasping for breath reverberated in the area on the top of the tower.
"Ahem, I didn't expect that in the end, I would end up like this."
Trembling slightly, Jed raised his only hand and placed it in front of his eyes, making a weak hoarse voice, his eyes slightly absent-minded.
At this moment, his appearance was extremely miserable, not to mention the severed hand, and a big hole was opened in his chest so that he could clearly see the other side from one side!
His upper body had already become scorched black, his silver-white hair had been blown away long ago, and a large piece of scorched flesh appeared on his face.