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143. Layers of Murder(2/2)

"Again?!!!"

The moment Wan Ming sensed danger, he punched out again. Before he could take a breath, Wan Ming felt great threats from all directions around him.

"Every time the thunder is loud and the rain is small?"

Wan Ming squinted his eyes slightly, trying to find some useful information in this dark world.

Every time a warning sign suddenly appeared, Wan Ming could sense the life-threatening aura. But when he punched out, he felt every time that the opponent's strength was not as powerful as what he sensed.

But he couldn't let down his guard. Once any attack was real and he just let down his guard, it would be a real disaster for Wan Ming.

"Stopped again?"

Wan Ming was getting better with each punch, but the opponent's attack stopped abruptly at this moment.

If he didn't know that he might be attacked in the darkness, he might still be like he did just now and not pay too much attention to the surrounding environment.

But now he has to be careful around him at all times.

The human spirit cannot be tense for too long, otherwise the resulting fatigue will crush the person.

As time passed, Wan Ming only felt that his spirit seemed to be in a trance, but at this moment, the familiar sense of danger struck again.

"It's over?!!"

I once again felt the familiar collision feeling on my fist. After such a sudden blow, the surroundings fell into calm once again.

Wan Ming's heart suddenly sank. If the other party had gone all out and killed him with a violent attack, he would have been able to fight a generous battle.

But now it was just a matter of shooting and changing places, not giving him any chance to fight head-on. These actions of the other party clearly meant to consume him alive here.

Wan Ming slowly lowered his palm, placed it on his trouser leg, and flapped it in a rhythmic manner.

It was exactly as he imagined, and there was no echo from the surroundings. However, Wan Ming did not stop his actions, but instead began to increase his intensity.

With Wan Ming silently counting the timer for nearly five minutes, the familiar sense of threat finally came again. But this time he did not react immediately, but waited for the moment when the other party would actually take action.

The murderous intention increased little by little, and the opponent seemed to appear everywhere around Wan Ming, but Wan Ming seemed not to feel it, and then clapped his palms.

Another three minutes passed, and the moment when the murderous intention was almost solidified, it suddenly disappeared like mercury pouring down the ground, as if it had never appeared at all.

But at this moment, Wan Ming's figure suddenly started to move.

The muscles in his whole body tensed instantly, as solid as a tall tower built of rocks.

Ding!

The first light that appeared in the darkness turned out to be a handful of sparks.

The moment Wan Ming punched out his fist, his body moved and his shadow followed.

The sound strikes before the punch arrives!

The fierce fist made a roaring sound, as if it was about to punch through the air.

boom!

A hard touch came from the finger bones, and then Wan Ming felt a touch of softness, and then there was a feeling that penetrated somewhere.

The surrounding darkness slowly dissipated at this moment, and when the light illuminated the surroundings again, Wan Ming subconsciously blocked his eyes.
Chapter completed!
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