Zhu Talan took out his two-handed hammer, which looked like a mace and a fork at the same time.
The shape of the hammer affected the appearance of the city. It looked like the pincers of a lobster. It was completely black, with one long and one short like a fork. There were cone-shaped spikes on all sides of the hammer's head. Whoever was hit by it would be left with a bloody hole.
Unfortunately, Garush grabbed the stick at the bottom of the hammer with one hand.
Seeing that they were about to fall into a battle of pure strength, Zhu Tulan was certainly not going to fight like a fool. He suddenly retracted his body and let go of the handle of the hammer with his right hand. In the palm of his free right hand, there was a Pandaren version of Rasengan.
[True Qi Explosion]!
Zhu Tallan condensed a True Energy Vortex and wanted to slap Braindead Roar in the face and teach him how to turn an ugly face into a chrysanthemum.
He had underestimated the toughness of Braindead Roar's body. The tribal chief did not dodge and punched Zhu Tallan's True Energy Vortex.
Bang! There was a sound similar to a violent explosion in the air.
Confirming the law of action and reaction, Garush was unscathed. Instead, it was Zhu Tallan who was almost sent flying.
Zhu Tulan's broad and thick panda paws scratched the wooden pontoon for a full twenty meters before he finally stopped moving backward.
Although he looked good when he slid backward, the gap in strength made Zhu Tallan frown deeply.
"Hah!" Braindead Roar shouted and suddenly launched the Hellscream Clan's ancestral Leap Slash.
Others might think that as long as they were not stupid, they would not take the attack head-on.
Only the members of the Hellscream Clan could truly understand the horror of this move.
The roar was not to be underestimated. The essence of the Warrior's Fearbreaking Roar was contained in this roar. If it was a slightly weaker opponent, they would have died on the spot after being shocked by this deafening roar of at least 300 decibels.
This was not only a declaration of combat strength, but also a suppression of willpower.
In a sense, this was an extremely powerful Spiritual Shock that was far above the Shadow Priest's [Mind Blast]. It was even comparable to Yogsaron's Light Spiritual Erosion.
It was under the suppression of his will that Garrusch leaped high into the air. His huge body drew an arc of death in the air, and the mournful red light on his Blood Roar was so bright that the lake beneath his feet was suffused with a crimson color.
"Die!" Garrusch felt that he had succeeded.
But he had overestimated his skills and underestimated Zhu Tulan's willpower.
After being controlled by Sha once, Zhu Taban struggled out of his mental confusion. His willpower had more than doubled.
The dignified Shadow Trace Sect's Sect Leader who was in charge of suppressing Sha was actually controlled by Sha. What kind of humiliation was that?
In the face of shame, some people were unable to recover from the setback and sank into depravity.
Some people became braver and stronger as they suffered setbacks.
It was clear that Zhu Talan belonged to the latter group.
Zhu Tulan seemed to be in a daze for a moment, but it was only when Blood Roar slashed at him that he revealed his prowess as a martial arts master of the Shadow Trace Sect.
The hammer that looked like a lobster's pincers stuck out at just the right time and easily diverted the impact of Garrusch's slash. It was as if Garrusch had thrown the Bloodhowl out himself. It was as if he had thrown the Bloodhowl out himself.
What shocked Garrouch the most was that he felt a strange repulsion.
Blood Roar was rejecting him. To be more precise, it was rejecting the killing intent in his body.
This was the real reason he had been disarmed by Zhu Tulan and thrown away Blood Roar.
"What?! Are you saying that I'm not good enough for you? Blood Roar! "Garrusch roared in his heart.
He was furious! His pride and anger drove him on.
On the other side, Zhu Tulan was overjoyed that he had successfully disarmed his opponent. But as soon as he turned around, he saw a fist the size of a water tank rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.
"Haaaah!"
It was a right hook without any fancy tricks.
The only thing special about it was that it was fast! Ruthless!
At that moment, Zhu Tulan felt as if he had been hit by the ram of a human warship.
"Pfft!" Zhu Tulan was sent flying by the punch and smashed through the guardrail of the pontoon behind him.
Just as he was about to fall into the pool, his black eyes suddenly turned, and clarity returned to them. With a magnificent movement of the white crane's wings, coupled with his lightness skill, he tapped the surface of the pool with his sharp panda claws, causing ripples to appear on the calm surface.
The next moment, he flew into the air and used the Rising Dragon Fist to perform a physical reconstructive surgery on Garrusch's trapezoidal chin.
Brainless Roar was sent flying and crashed onto the pontoon in a sorry state.
Zhu Tulan stood on one of the guardrails of the pontoon and shouted, "I've dealt with both the Minotaurs and the Trolls. No wonder they left their tribes and left you! You really don't deserve to be their great chief! "
As he spoke, Zhu Tulan leaped thirty meters into the air. Then, with the momentum of a falling comet, he gave the fallen Garrusch a Heaven Crippling Kick.
If the kick landed, Brainless Roar's head would definitely explode like a rotten watermelon, splattering ketchup all over the ground.
At that moment, Duque, who was munching on melon seeds in Naxxramas, was speechless. If you want to kill me, just do it. What's the point of talking so much?
Sure enough, just like in history, a hilarious scene unfolded.
Once again, Zhu Tulan had underestimated Garrusch's ability to resist attacks after being strengthened by the murderous aura. Garrusch dodged the kick with a crouch and a forward roll. Zhu Tulan used so much force that he broke the plank of the pontoon and got his foot stuck.
Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Garrus leaped to the side of his Bloodhowl. With one hand holding the Bloodhowl, he tossed out the broken chain of the pontoon bridge with the other. From behind, he used the chain to strangle Zhu Tulan's neck like a cowboy would do with a rope loop.
"They don't deserve to join my orthodox tribe —"
With a sudden tug, Zhu Tulan, who had nowhere to run, was pulled over like a kite.
"Pfft!" Garrusch missed again.
He finally confirmed that Bloodhowl was indeed resisting him. He should have split the abominable pandaren in half, but the direction of Bloodhowl's axe changed automatically. The blunt side of the axe hit Zhu Tulan's abdomen. Only a small part of the axe blade cut through his belly.
The pandaren's belly saved him. The wound was deep and bleeding, but it was a flesh wound, not a fatal one.
"Blargh!" Zhu Tulan vomited blood on the spot.
On the other side, Duque, who was watching the battle, could not bear to watch. Zhu Tulan was actually quite good at fighting, but he had terrible luck. Almost every time he appeared, he would vomit blood.
As a result, people called him "Grandmaster Vomiting Blood."
Even so, he managed to escape the fate of being killed.
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