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In addition, every time the visible stream of air entered his mouth, his stomach would become a bit bigger.

"HOWL ~ ~"

After accumulating strength for about three seconds, his stomach swelled to the size of three human heads. Under everyone's suspicious gazes, he suddenly exploded, causing an ear-piercing growl to resound. He suddenly roared.

The moment the roar came out, the sound wave vibrated out from his mouth and spread throughout the entire arena, bringing along a sound wave. The moment the roar resounded out, the sound wave vibrated out and spread throughout the entire competition arena, bringing along a sound wave. Just like a pig being castrated, it was unbearable!

The sound wave attack had its limits, and with Bu Fang's strength, spreading it throughout the entire arena was already his limit. Moreover, for those who were stronger than him, the effect would be minimal, but for those below the bronze rank, it would be unbearable.

At this time, the situation was out of everyone's expectations and many people thought that Mo Chen would be intimidated because of this. However, after the sound wave had passed, Mo Chen covered his head and started to roll around on the ground.

Fuck, is this kid not afraid of sound waves? Or had he already run away? However, that's not right. This brat was the weakest here. He clearly felt his aura on the arena, yet it didn't disappear at all. What was going on?

Everyone had a big question on their minds. Before reaching the bronze rank, he was able to comprehend an ability that was not attached to a weapon, but could still be used. This already caused many people to be jealous of him; if even sound waves were ineffective, then damn it, they would even be able to destroy his heart.

This was truly infuriating!

"Faint Soul!" You damned fox spirit, don't hide! Just have a fair and square match with laozi! "

When Bu Jinglian saw that his trump card did not achieve the desired result, he became agitated. If Bu Fang had not even used his trump card yet and this fellow had not appeared, then it would be equivalent to him being in the light while Mo Chen was in the dark. If he were to fight face to face with Bu Fang, then Bu Fang would have an absolute chance of winning.

However, just as the words left his mouth, he suddenly felt something grabbing onto the bend of his leg. Just as he was about to look down, his body suddenly sank down, his entire foot, all the way to his big leg. His body was also unstable for a moment, and with a "bang", he landed heavily on the ground!

All of this happened in the time it takes for two breaths. When Bu Fang managed to react, the ghost-like figure of Mo Chen suddenly appeared in front of him. He crossed his arms over his chest with a hint of a smile on his face. To lose so much face in front of his beloved, what kind of death was that? Therefore, Bu Jinglian was infuriated. His tadpole-like eyes were filled with rage as he roared, "You little rascal! You're being shameless! "You sneak attacked laozi!"

"Cheap Shot?" Lecherous? "Heh heh heh …"

Hearing this, Mo Chen immediately laughed. Was there something wrong with his head? This was just relying on one's own strength! But come to think of it, he was indeed sick.

What was a martial arts competition? To put it bluntly, Mo Chen had defeated his opponents with his own ability. Mo Chen had not poisoned himself, nor did he play any sort of shady trick. He had only used his ability to make the opponent suffer a great loss, whereas this great loss was extremely fatal.

He did not even have the ability to sit on the ground now because his thigh could not be bent at all. Moreover, he wanted to use that sound wave technique again so that this rascal in front of him would die from the shock. However, he was powerless and was unable to use it again after a single consumption, unless he could replenish his strength to its peak. Therefore, he could only angrily roar out the displeasure in his heart, "Kid, if you have the guts, then come face to face with me!"

"I'm sorry, you've already lost, so there's no need for us to continue."

Mo Chen remained unmoved. He knew that schemes were often a type of strength. Moreover, if they were face-to-face, Mo Chen was not sure that he would be able to win so easily.

Hearing Mo Chen's voice, which sounded like the voice of the god of death, Bu Fang roared out once more: "NO! I haven't lost yet! Xiaofang is still waiting for me to marry her! I didn't lose! "

"You didn't lose? Alright, then stand up. As long as you can stand up, I will agree to your request. I will never go back on my words! "

With a faint smile, Mo Chen slowly said with a playful tone.

Hearing Mo Chen's words, he subconsciously moved his left leg that was stuck, but his left leg seemed to have lost all feeling, and there were no signs of movement. This move infuriated him, and his face flushed red. You little b * stard! I want to tell Father! "

"…"

He originally thought that Bu Jinglian would be a man that would persevere to the end, but what surprised him was Bu Jinglian's last sentence, "F * ck, are you a three year old child?" Do you always tell your father? Even a six year old child is stronger than you!

" "Go ahead and sue, I'll accompany you any time!"

" Humph! Who could be so arrogant? Anytime? You insulted my son, and now you're still looking down on me? "

" It's me! "

" "Boom!"

" Hehe, did I say something wrong? Who was the true braggart? Do you not know who is seeking to humiliate themselves? "

" Kid, you mean to say, this old man is arrogant? Is he the son of this old man that brought shame upon himself? "

" Good! You're good! "Very good!"