Chapter 1694
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This palm strike was enough to shatter a drunkard's skull.
"Not good …"
The expressions of Li Xin and many D-rank mercenaries in Ye Wanwan's dorm changed.
However, a loud "bang" was heard.
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Ye Wanwan sat on the stage with her left hand propping her chin while her right hand casually caught Meng Ke's fatal palm strike.
Meng Ke frowned. She originally wanted to shake off Ye Wanwan's right hand, but no matter how much strength she used, Ye Wanwan's right hand was like the jaws of a tiger and she couldn't escape!
Soon, Ye Wanwan voluntarily released her right hand, causing Meng Ke to retreat several steps.
"You're dead."
A second later, Meng Ke stepped forward and rained down palm strikes.
"Bang!"
Slap!
On the stage, no matter how Meng Ke attacked like rain, Ye Wanwan merely sat in her spot and raised her right palm, waving it casually.
In front of everyone, all of Meng Ke's moves were easily neutralized by Ye Wanwan.
No matter how nimble you were as a butterfly or as ferocious as a tiger, it was all useless.
"What …?"
Meng Ke's expression shifted. What happened?!
Everyone present couldn't comprehend what happened, let alone Meng Ke.
"Well … Have you had enough?"
Suddenly, Ye Wanwan, who had been sitting in her spot, sardonically stared at Meng Ke.
"You're dead!"
Meng Ke shouted coldly and gathered all her strength into her palm. She shot it toward Ye Wanwan like a bolt of lightning.
Swish!
Everyone watched as Ye Wanwan raised her right arm and nonchalantly pointed a finger.
Swish!
Her finger streaked through the air, and the faint sound of rushing wind could be heard.
"Rumble!"
A second later, Meng Ke's face turned deathly pale, and a tragic cry escaped her mouth. She was sent flying like a snipped kite by Ye Wanwan, who was propping her chin on the stage.
Meng Tian, who was not far away, reacted quickly. He instantly took a step forward and caught Meng Ke.
At this moment, there was no longer any sound from the originally noisy crowd.
There was a deathly silence.
Ye Wanwan merely used a finger to send Elder Lei He's disciple, Meng Ke, flying …
"Drunken … Drunken Punch!"
Someone shouted.
"F * ck me … What kind of fist is Drunken Fist?! Could it really be the Drunken Fist? How is this possible … "
The audience was in an uproar.
Elder Gong shot up from the VIP seats and stared at Ye Wanwan incredulously.
Learning his Merciful Palm in two days and sending Meng Ke flying with a single finger …
…
"You two …" Ye Wanwan remained sitting on the ground but hooked her middle finger at Meng Ke and Meng Tian. "Come at me together."
"Heh … You really are in a hurry to reincarnate."
Meng Tian's lips turned up, and he cracked his neck before striding toward Ye Wanwan. Meanwhile, Meng Ke flanked Ye Wanwan from different angles, sealing off all of Ye Wanwan's paths of retreat.
Meng Tian walked toward Ye Wanwan and sneered disdainfully, wanting to say something.
Swoosh!
An afterimage flashed before his eyes, and at the same time, Meng Tian, who was still unaware of what had happened, spurted a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.
Ye Wanwan's lips turned up, and she grabbed Meng Tian's right leg, forcefully pulling him down.
"Boom!"
Meng Tian was ruthlessly slammed onto the stage by Ye Wanwan.
"Ah!"
Meng Tian howled like a pig being slaughtered.
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