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Chapter 179 You Can't Escape My Palm

As the two passed each other, the old monk made his move, aiming a fierce grappling strike at Yun Ran's neck.

Noticing the movement behind her, Yun Ran didn't panic at all, and didn't even turn around. Her unusually delicate arm easily blocked the old monk's attack.

A 'crack' sounded, the sound of bones breaking, but it was clearly not Yunran's.

Her body was indeed fragile, but her boss was a decent person and was really willing to give her good things.

All those rare and precious herbs were used on him, and the effects are evident.

The old monk was indeed getting on in years; even though he was more capable than many others, his bones were not as strong as Yunran's.

Yun Ran then turned her head and looked at the old monk's face, which was contorted with pain, with a mocking expression. Her words were even more infuriating.

"Old Deng is quite the troublemaker, always trying to compete with the young people. Now he's suffering the consequences, happy now~"

The old monk's eyes were filled with malice, finally destroying his feigned kind and benevolent appearance.

"I was originally planning to spare your life, but now you've brought this on yourself!"

As he spoke, the old monk, enduring the pain of his fractured arm, took out a vajra and began to attack Yun Ran.

At that moment, all the murderous aura emanating from the old monk surfaced, and even the vajra in his hand was enveloped in a deep ghostly aura.

[Host, this person is a demonic monk. Others are bathed in Buddhist light, but this guy is rife with evil energy. I wonder how many sins he has committed to be corrupted by evil energy into this state.]

He looked even more sinister than the ghost king beside Yun Ran before. Who would believe that a kind-faced monk could have killed more people than the ghost king?

Yun Ran nodded calmly: "Is that so? Then let me see what you're capable of!"

When the peach wood sword appeared in Yun Ran's hand, the fighting spirit emanating from it startled the old monk.

His vajra had been with him for many years, yet he never showed such fighting spirit.

For a fleeting moment, the old monk felt a slight urge to back down; he seemed to have truly underestimated this mystical master from China.

However, even if he wanted to escape, he had no chance; Yun Ran would not let him get away.

The two began their duel. Yun Ran unleashed a flurry of swordplay while simultaneously forming hand seals, all aimed at the old monk.

The old monk couldn't dodge in time and had already been hit several times in a row.

Yun Ran was completely dominating him. If it weren't for the fact that he had a lot of magical artifacts protecting him, he would probably have been captured by now.

Even so, he didn't get anything good out of it; his clothes were all torn by the sword flashes that Yun Ran had thrown at him.

His body was covered in countless wounds, which quickly stained his clothes red, making him look exceptionally gruesome.

With a "bang," the old monk's last magical artifact was destroyed by Yun Ran's spell, leaving him with nothing left to defend himself.

He was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground, his wounds were compressed, and blood gushed out even more violently.

The hand, which was already fractured, made a crisp cracking sound this time; it was truly broken this time.

With a "poof," the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his rosy complexion turning deathly pale.

Across from him, Yun Ran, aside from a few strands of disheveled hair, had not a single wound on her body. Anyone who saw this would clearly understand that this was no longer a simple, blatant crushing defeat.

Hiding not far away and watching this scene, Hisao Segawa covered his mouth tightly, afraid that his presence would be revealed and discovered by that evil star.

It's often said that there's no harm without comparison, and Hisao Segawa wholeheartedly agrees at this moment. At least last time, he was only harmed by the backlash of his own magic, and wasn't killed on the spot by Yun Ran.

Having been forced to obey the teacher's orders, he now harbored no resentment whatsoever. He only wished that the teacher could hold on a little longer, giving him time to escape.

Hisao Segawa immediately lay prone on the ground and carefully crawled in the opposite direction.

If he had known, he wouldn't have come to see it. Now he's getting himself into trouble.

They were master and disciple, after all. Hisao Segawa hoped his teacher could hold out a little longer to buy him time to escape, and the old monk thought the same thing.

His arm was broken, and the pain engulfed him, but compared to his life, this pain seemed insignificant.

But Yunran's lock on made him very clear that it would be difficult for him to escape from her sword.

Especially since Yun Ran is also proficient in magic, even if he wanted to abandon his physical body and escape with his soul, he wouldn't be able to.

But as long as Yun Ran is distracted even slightly, he can find a chance to escape.

At this point, the young apprentice who had come along naturally became a pawn he was throwing out.

"Hmph, don't be arrogant. You're all alone. Two fists can't fight four hands. Disciple, what are you waiting for? Make your move!"

When two sides are engaged in battle, they must be fully focused. However, if someone tries to launch a sneak attack, under normal circumstances, the person being attacked will definitely turn around to look.

And this is the old monk's opportunity.

The old monk had already gathered his strength. Although all the magical artifacts on his body had been destroyed by Yun Ran's spell, it didn't mean he had no trump card left.

But the old monk miscalculated. Yun Ran did not turn around to look at the old monk's disciple, but had a faint smile on her face.

"No matter what methods you try, you can't escape my grasp."

The old monk had helpers, so why didn't she? As Yunran finished speaking, all the remaining paper figures beside her flew out.

One of them flew towards Hisao Segawa, while the rest flew to the top of the old monk's head and formed a circle.

"However, what you just said reminded me that a wicked person like you must have some means of self-defense. I had to be wary of you using underhanded tricks. Now, well, you really can't escape now~"

The old monk looked at the little paper figures that had formed a circle around him. The expressions on the faces of each paper figure were so vivid that they seemed to be real people.

One of the little paper figures excitedly snatched the decorative rope from the old monk's waist.

He excitedly turned to Yunran and said, "Master, those are the two little devils that were howling earlier, tied up here. Look, the handprints on their faces are from me!"

The old monk had originally come for Yunran's magic of controlling the paper figures, and now, seeing so many paper figures in person, he was even trying to curry favor with her.

He was completely shocked. He had been studying this skill for decades, yet he was not as good as a little girl.

Frustration enraged him, and jealousy fueled his suicidal thoughts.

(End of this chapter)