C44 Alone with Two Males
C44 Alone with Two Males
Ye Zhiqiu dodged with the help of the lamppost at the side. Qin Hao's attack did not hit, and the air waves generated by his palms made the person in front of him unsteady. Only one young man was still standing where he was.
"Eh, isn't this that Wu …" Diao Xifeng slapped his shiny forehead and said, "Wu Shuang!"
Elder Cui looked over and saw Qin Hao pointing at Wu Shuang and shouting something. Then he actually teamed up with Ye Zhiqiu and started attacking Wu Shuang together.
"Strange, why would they start fighting?" The beautiful young woman asked doubtfully, "Neither Qin Hao nor Ye Zhiqiu can be underestimated. I'm afraid this Wu Shuang is going to suffer a huge loss."
Due to the distance, the monitoring equipment here only had screens and no sound, so they had no idea what was happening.
"I say, Old Cui, looks like your special enrollment is quite hateful." The red-faced man teasingly said, "Are you still going to say that you want to take first place in the martial arts exam? I don't think that you can even pass the martial arts exam."
"That might not be the case. Maybe he can turn the tide?" Elder Cui said in displeasure.
"Him? Hahaha, Old Cui, you sure are funny. " The red-faced man laughed and pointed to the window on the second floor. "If he wins, I'll jump down from here."
"Hmph, remember what you said." Elder Cui ignored him and turned to look at the display wall.
"… …"
On the town's square, Qin Hao and Ye Zhiqiu were attacking Wu Shuang from the front and back. Although they didn't have any tacit understanding, one was good at close range suppression while the other was good at middle-range control. Together, they posed quite a threat to Wu Shuang.
"Kid, aren't you crazy? I'd like to see how much you have. " Qin Hao rushed over and slapped Wu Shuang's head with his large palm, which was accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind.
At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu also hooked his fingers. Three of the ten silk threads immediately straightened out and shot towards Wu Shuang. Three of the other seven threads wrapped around his ankles, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Seeing the incoming palm attack, Wu Shuang frowned and immediately waved his fist to meet it. A dragon claw condensed from musical notes flew out and clashed with Wu Tie's big hand.
"Open!" Feeling the huge power that came from his palm, Qin Hao suddenly used his strength. With a bang, he actually shattered the shadow of the dragon claw. But he also paid a price and his palm was blown into a mess.
Qin Hao groaned and took a step back. At this moment, six threads that could attack or entangle him attacked.
Wu Shuang's figure flashed, and under the push of a Trunk Sound Talisman, he changed direction three times, dodging the combined attack of the six silk threads and exploding the four silk threads with one punch.
"This brat is too slippery. I'll keep him busy, you finish this quickly!" Ye Zhiqiu saw that the ten silk threads could not do anything to Wu Shuang. He flicked his fingers and thirty threads in a row formed an inescapable net, sealing all of Wu Shuang's escape routes.
"Alright!" Without wasting any time, Qin Hao rushed towards Wu Shuang who was in a predicament. The rune tattoos all over his body began to twist as if he was alive. The four pupils in his tiger eyes emitted a fierce and biting light.
"A mere broken net wants to stop me?" Wu Shuang was always tired of Ye Zhiqiu's silk threads. The notes beside him constantly flashed. While dodging the cut silk threads, he accumulated his energy and punched fiercely at Wu Shuang.
Boom! *
The arm that was swung with great force produced a sound of releasing a bow. A dragon head made of melodies shot out like an arrow, dragging the long tail of the note with it.
The incomparably violent force was like a speeding train, ripping apart all the silk threads in front of him and slamming into Qin Hao again.
"Open for me!" Qin Hao let out a roar. His clenched fists were like two spears piercing toward the sky. They carried the sound of wind and thunder as they violently smashed toward the dragon's head.
BOOM!
A loud crash was heard. Qin Hao, who was over three meters tall, was sent flying like a cannonball. He crashed into the ground five meters away. His thick arms were twisted into a mess, and even his bones were revealed.
"F * ck!" Qin Hao spat out a mouthful of blood. He was in so much pain that he was sweating. The flesh on his arms were moving like worms. Even if they could heal, it would take a lot of time.
The power of Wu Shuang's punch not only temporarily eliminated Qin Hao, but also tore more than a dozen threads along the way, forcing Ye Zhiqiu to pull back all the remaining threads to his side.
"Boy, it seems that I have truly underestimated you. I admit that you are qualified to be my opponent."
Ye Zhiqiu looked at Wu Shuang as if he was facing a great enemy. The remaining 40 odd silk threads pointed their spears at him.
"Now that Madman Qin has been injured by you, why don't you kick him out of the competition?" Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Qin Hao, who was still recovering, and knew that this was the best time to get rid of him.
"Ye Zhiqiu, how dare you betray me!" Qin Hao furiously roared and struggled to stand up.
"What a joke. You and I were using each other to begin with. Where is the betrayal?" Ye Zhiqiu sneered, looked at Wu Shuang and said, "Brat, have you considered it yet?"
"Hehe, a good suggestion …" However, I feel that it would be good to get rid of you after that. "
The first part of Wu Shuang's words made Ye Zhiqiu happy, but the second part made him angry from embarrassment.
"Foolish! Go to hell!" Ye Zhiqiu's face was as cold as frost. While he was speaking, the number of threads had returned to fifty. With a flick of his hands, twenty threads immediately shot out.
Wu Shuang did not dodge. With his right leg as the axis, he pulled out his right fist and countless golden notes on his fist gradually condensed into a dragon claw. However, at this moment, these threads suddenly changed their direction and shot towards the defenseless Qin Hao.
"Despicable." Qin Hao looked at the silk threads shooting towards him with an intense gaze. He stood up straight like a carp, and his left arm, which was slightly injured, turned into a soft whip.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The silk threads broke one by one, and Qin Hao's left arm was also torn apart by the threads, almost to the point of being broken.
Although Ye Zhiqiu's actions had shamed Wu Shuang, he wasn't a good person who cared about the life and death of his enemies. He continued to punch Ye Zhiqiu. His dragon claw filled with power arrived in front of Ye Zhiqiu like a ray of golden light.
Ye Zhiqiu, who had already fallen to thirty silk threads, did not dare to take Wu Shuang's attack head on. He quickly threw out a silk thread and wrapped around a broken lamppost, trying his best to avoid the attack.
However, how could Wu Shuang give him time to catch his breath? While chasing after him, he punched his fists and two golden claw-shadows, exploding the two remaining lampposts in the square.
"F * ck, let's fight!" Ye Zhiqiu lost his advantage and stopped. Other than leaving ten silk threads to protect his body, the twenty silk threads were twisted into a whip and held tightly in his hand.
Clap clap!
Ye Zhiqiu Kong whipped twice and then swung his arm at Wu Shuang crazily.
Wu Shuang charged at Ye Zhiqiu coldly. With the help of the reverse notes, he moved through the whip shadows like a ghost.
On the other hand, Ye Zhiqiu was out of control. Usually, after just lashing out once, Wu Shuang had already gone to another place.
"Stop wasting your strength, just obediently fall down." Wu Shuang suddenly arrived in front of Ye Zhiqiu and punched down with his clenched fist. A golden dragon head opened its mouth in anger and bit down.