Chapter 102: Rampage Mode

"You're not just a monster, you're a piece of waste!"

Lin Cheng suddenly smiled, and said provocatively at the cold-faced stranger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

A mouthful of white teeth, a bloody face, and bright eyes, the usually well-behaved and cute spirit boy is now transformed into a bloody Rakshasa who is very visually assaulted.

Seeing Lin Chong like this, Wuxian's heart was a little uneasy.

Sure enough, after being provoked by Lin Chong, the cold-faced stranger was stimulated, the killing intent in his eyes became more and more obvious, and his blue pupils were as dark as ghosts.

"Say it again." His voice seemed to come from the underworld, cold and unhuman.

"Can't kill me, isn't it waste?"

The cold-faced stranger was completely enraged, and the fighting qi that lingered around his whole body gathered in his hand, and his palm was surrounded by the fighting qi in the form of flames, like two moving fires, which moved to Lin Chong's chest in the blink of an eye.

Lin Chong felt as if he had been ignited by a fire, his chest was burning and aching, and it took a lot of strength to catch a breath. But his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and his black and white pupils were stubbornly staring at the cold-faced stranger.

The cold-faced weirdo didn't like to see him like that, and swung his fist into his face.

"Your uncle! Do you know if you don't hit someone in the face? Lin Chong was furious and yelled at him.

The cold-faced stranger was expressionless, and the blue wings behind him expanded out, sealing Lin Chong's retreat, and then punch after punch, falling on Lin Chong's face like a storm.

Lin Chong's hands were held hostage by his wings, and he had no power to fight back.

"Don't fight anymore! Lin Chong, admit defeat! If you keep fighting, you'll die! ā€

Many fellow brothers in the ring couldn't stand it anymore, and persuaded him to admit defeat and immediately stop this one-sided beating.

Dou Ling's fifth stage is against the peak of Dou Ling's ninth stage, no matter how you look at it, there is no chance of winning.

"I ...... No throwing in the towel! Lin Chong's face was already swollen, and blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.

The cold-faced stranger smiled coldly and threw another punch at him, but this punch failed to land on his face like before.

Lin Chong actually took this punch!

His body shape is destined that his palm will not be too big, but this not too big palm can catch the full force of the cold-faced stranger's blow!

He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, the light in his eyes blinding.

The cold-faced stranger's figure stagnated for a moment, and the momentum of this seemingly weak opponent seemed to have changed completely.

Hmph, what if it changes? With his skills, can he reverse the ending?

However, he was wrong.

Not only has Lin Chong's momentum changed, but his realm has also gradually improved at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

A layer of reddish mist rose under his eyes, which made his originally black and white round eyes out of childishness, like a killing god who had descended on the battlefield, and his eyes were full of endless anger.

"Lin Chong, what's wrong with him?" Immortal was the first to notice his abnormality.

"His veins are mutating." It's not the first time Yin Jia has seen his abnormal performance, but every time he sees it, he feels like his heart is pounding.

Lin Chong could clearly hear the sound of manic blood rushing in his body, the surface of his skin began to redden, the green tendons burst, and his muscles bulged his clothes. His height is also getting taller, and his body suddenly becomes several times taller, and after a while, he surpasses the cold-faced stranger, and there is a tendency to continue to increase in height.

The cold-faced stranger saw that his mutation was unusual, and waved his wings to back away, leaving room for a buffer.

But he had not yet flown out when he felt a flash of lightning in front of him, followed by a sharp pain in his wings that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.