Chapter 132: The Mysterious Girl’s Move
“Damn it! You dare to hurt my brother! You’re really looking for death! Beat him to a pulp!”
The poor painter was taken down in one round. A group of ruffians surrounded him and started punching and kicking him. The ruthlessness of their blows was chilling. The drunken painter, who was rolling on the ground, could only instinctively cover his head, his body curled up into a ball to protect his vital parts, as he was kicked and stomped by the group.
“I’m dizzy…”
Chen Ran was instantly half-sober. Seeing his friend, with whom he had been chatting so well just a moment ago, being beaten so badly, he stood up in a rage. He quickly cast a “Disease Expulsion” on himself to accelerate his fluid circulation and evaporate most of the alcohol. He rolled up his sleeves, skillfully buffed himself with all the statuses he could, and then charged forward with a small stool.
“Whoosh!”
A strong wind whistled. The stool, with a whistling sound, heavily struck the yellow-haired man who had been the most ruthless, and he fell down softly.
Chen Ran nimbly joined the battle, swinging his fists in the chaotic fight.
Although there were many of these hoodlums, they had no real combat power. Although Chen Ran was just a priest with no combat skills, his iron fists, after being fully buffed, were not to be trifled with. Against these small fries, his punches were solid. With his excellent performance of the “Drunken Fist,” in just a few rounds, several people were smashed until their heads were bleeding by his small stool. For a moment, he was exceptionally mighty.
Brothers in a fight. With Chen Ran’s addition, the group’s punches and kicks began to focus on him. The pressure on the painter’s side was relieved. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clearly enraged by the group’s beating. He picked up a fallen iron rod and helped Chen Ran from behind. The two of them began to fight fiercely with the dozen or so ruffians.
As a professional priest, Chen Ran took advantage of the chaos to cast a few practical combat statuses on the painter. Now, the painter’s attacks were even more ruthless. The two, with a fierce momentum, began a desperate counterattack. With a ruthless energy, they gradually turned the situation around. Although both sides were using unreliable “Drunken Fist” techniques, it was clear that no one in this group of fighters was a practitioner. But it made one’s blood boil, and even the owner of the barbecue stall was stunned.
The mysterious woman was still sitting in her original seat, her expression unreadable. She just lowered her head and shook it, as if she were also speechless.
“Go to hell!”
With a powerful kick, Chen Ran finally kicked the last standing green-haired hoodlum leader to the ground. The painter at the side even more mercilessly kicked the green-haired man’s little brother, which made the green-haired man let out a chilling scream. Then, the painter flicked his messy hair and said, panting, “You dare to beat me? You’re tired of living. I can take on a group of you guys like you by myself.”
Although the painter’s words were imposing, he himself was not in a good state. He had taken quite a few punches and kicks before, and his face was even a little bruised. One of his eyes could barely open.
The green-haired man who had fallen to the ground still refused to give in and shouted, “You brat! If you have the guts, don’t run! I’ll call people over and kill you!”
Chen Ran directly added a stool, which made the green-haired man wail again. “Damn it! You guys can’t even beat the two of us. You still have the nerve to say you’ll call people.” After speaking, he added another kick.
Looking at the guys on the ground, and even having scared two away, Chen Ran felt a long-lost sense of refreshment. It seemed that it had been a long time since he had fought like this. You say he hadn’t experienced many life-and-death moments? Please, that was combat, which had nothing to do with fighting. Fighting was just for the thrill of it.
The painter also threw the iron rod in his hand to the ground and gave Chen Ran, who had helped him, a grateful smile. He extended his fist, and the two of them bumped it. “Brother, thank you. This is the first time I’ve had such a satisfying fight. That state just now was so magical. What was it?”
“Just a little trick. If I were really that powerful, I wouldn’t have taken so many punches. Ouch…”
Chen Ran’s eye had also been hit a few times in the chaotic fight. Fortunately, he was a priest. A Heal instantly healed most of it. At the same time, he also cast a Heal on the painter, and his panda eye also returned to its original state.
“Uh… I thought this injury would take a few days to rest…” the painter said, feeling his body recover as if it were new, without even a single injury. He said in surprise, “Holy magic is so magical. You’re really a hidden master, brother.”
“Just a little trick. I didn’t expect you to know holy magic…” Chen Ran said in surprise.
“Of course!” the painter said with a strange smile, leaning close to Chen Ran’s ear and whispering, “I’ll go to the City of Holy Light sooner or later. I really hope to get a nude painting of the Holy Maiden of the Holy Church for my collection. That would feel great!”
“Ahem, you really have lofty ambitions, brother. I hope the Pope won’t chop off your head and kick it like a ball then…” Chen Ran didn’t mind. He estimated it was just a joke. After all, he wasn’t a real person from the Holy Church.
Just at this moment, the sound of messy footsteps suddenly came from not far away. It seemed that a large group of people was rushing toward them.
Chen Ran couldn’t help but turn around and saw another group of hoodlums rushing over. They had various styles, and there were quite a few of them, more than forty in total. The ones leading the way were the two small lackeys that Chen Ran had scared away before. It seemed they had really gone to get reinforcements. Among the few guys who came this time, there seemed to be several practitioners. With just Chen Ran and the painter, they definitely couldn’t handle it…
“It’s those two,” the lackey who was leading the way pointed to Chen Ran and the other not far away. The leader of the group, a burly man nearly one meter eighty-something tall and covered in tattoos, gave them a vicious look from afar. There was no need to say more about the situation.
“I think there are too many of them. We should retreat first…”
Realizing the tense situation, Chen Ran was ready to slip away at any time. He felt that as long as the green hills remained, there would be no lack of firewood.
Chen Ran remembered that this territory seemed to be under Leif’s control. For these hoodlums to dare to cause trouble on the tiger’s head, they were probably tired of living.
He was essentially the kind of guy who held a grudge. He just had to gather his men and then come and give them a good lesson. As for now…
A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best!
The painter was not the kind of person who didn’t understand the situation. He probably didn’t even plan to take the easel he had left behind. He and Chen Ran nodded to each other, ready to slip away…
But at this moment, the mysterious woman wrapped in a cloak silently walked in front of the two of them and tilted her head.
“I’m here to repay this meal.”
A cold sentence, without any emotion.
Faced with a team of more than fifty hoodlums, she took a light step. Abundant holy power flashed in her hands, turning into a pair of wings. She bent her legs, gathered her strength, and with a sudden acceleration…
A stream of light shone in the dark night. The mysterious woman’s charge directly rushed into the center of the crowd. She stood firm, took a light step, and spun, releasing all her accumulated power in an instant.
“Heavenly Fall, Chaotic Dance!”
