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Chapter 125 The God of War with a Stool Leg

Faced with a fist the size of a sandbag, Feng Nan dared not attempt it lightly and immediately dodged.

At the same time, he swung the stool leg at the big man.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Nan rolled to the side and picked up two stool legs.

Feng Nan tried waving it a couple of times.

Surprisingly, it's quite handy.

It's perfect as a weapon.

Feng Nan recalled whether there were any similar scenes in Jackie Chan's movies, and soon she laughed.

There are indeed similar scenarios.

Uncle Long used a stool leg to beat up bad guys.

With the reference materials, Feng Nan calmed down.

She only needs to imitate the cat to defeat the tiger, and she will be able to fight the enemy.

Feng Nan's skills are now better than ever before.

It was just as good as the previous test sample No. 8. Feng Nan suspected that it was the effect of test sample No. 7. After all, even the fat spider was able to gain such good skills with the help of test sample No. 7.

Although Feng Nan is thin, her physical fitness is not necessarily worse than that fat spider.

The burly man picked up the knife from the ground and charged at Feng Nan. Feng Nan gripped the two stool legs tightly, not running away, but ready for battle.

As the burly man charged forward and swung his machete, Feng Nan moved.

He swung the stool leg and lashed it at the big man.

I must say, Uncle Jackie's moves are pretty effective.

They actually managed to force the Han army into a series of defeats.

After a dozen or so chair legs, Feng Nan spotted an opening in the opponent's defenses and slammed a chair leg down, striking the burly man's knife-wielding arm hard.

bang-

The burly man felt a sharp pain in his arm, lost his grip on the knife, and it fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Feng Nan was overjoyed.

They immediately pressed their advantage, swinging the legs of the stool and launching a series of attacks on the big man.

The angular stool legs struck the burly man, leaving red marks.

The burly man screamed in agony, but being unarmed, he was powerless against Feng Nan.

Every time someone tried to attack Feng Nan, Feng Nan would greet them warmly with a stool leg, leaving them with several wounds on the mountain, making them look quite miserable.

Feng Nan is definitely a good student.

He imitated Uncle Jackie Chan's skills perfectly, mastering almost every move.

The big man was crippled by Feng Nan, but he turned around and ran away, not wanting to continue fighting with Feng Nan.

It hurts so much, I can't take it anymore.

However, how could Feng Nan let him off the hook?

He immediately grabbed a pair of stool legs and chased after them.

"Where to run!"

Feng Nan shouted and rushed forward.

The big man was not as fast as Feng Nan.

After running for more than ten meters, Feng Nan caught up with him.

Feng Nan leaped forward, wielding a pair of stool legs, and slammed them down on the burly man.

Snapped--

The stool leg slammed hard into the back of the big man's head.

The burly man was instantly smashed in, his head bleeding profusely.

She rolled her eyes and fainted.

Feng Nan kicked the big man.

The big man lay on the ground as if he were dead.

It remained motionless, like a dead pig.

Feng Nan swung the stool leg again to give the big man another thud. Only after confirming that the big man couldn't get up did Feng Nan feel relieved and turn to walk towards the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, there was another Ye Wanwan waiting for her to rescue her. Besides Ye Wanwan, there were also two burly men waiting for her to beat them up.

Feng Nan made her way back to the pavilion, passing by the man she had ambushed earlier, but he was already dead, his body cold.

Feng Nan squatted in the coconut grove, looking at the pavilion.

He pondered how to lure the man out of the pavilion to avoid a fight later, with the two men taking Ye Wanwan hostage and forcing him to act cautiously.

Feng Nan thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a solution, and didn't want to keep dragging it out.

So Feng Nan decided to take a risk.

Let's fight those two big men.

Feng Nan stood up and picked up the two stool legs.

He swaggered out of the coconut grove.

"Hey!"

"You two good-for-nothings, come and arrest me!"

Feng Nan arrogantly shouted into the pavilion.

Upon hearing Feng Nan's shout, the two burly men exchanged a glance and then looked at Feng Nan.

"Third brother, go and grab him," one of the burly men ordered the other.

The burly man called Lao San nodded.

He pulled a dagger from his waist and walked out of the pavilion.

Seeing this, Feng Nan frowned secretly.

"Why is there only one?"

Feng Nan muttered to himself.

This is not what she had imagined.

Feng Nan's original plan was for the two of them to walk out of the pavilion together and catch her.

Unexpectedly, the other side planned to use the Calabash Brothers to save their grandfather, and they attacked one by one.

This reduces the pressure on Feng Nan considerably.

It's less effort to fight one than two.

However, the one left in the pavilion posed a great threat to Ye Wanwan's life.

But now that things have come to this, Feng Nan can only let nature take its course and secretly pray that Ye Wanwan is tough enough to survive.

Feng Nan sneered and turned to walk towards the coconut grove.

Before leaving, he beckoned to the third brother with his finger, signaling him to follow.

The third brother was a simple-minded fellow who never even considered whether there was a trap involved.

He chased after them, brandishing a dagger.

Feng Nan laughed when she saw this.

What a stupid bear, he has no brains.

Feng Nan led the third brother five or six meters into the coconut grove and then stopped.

Standing still, holding up the two stool legs, he tilted his head and looked at the third brother.

"This is the burial plot you chose?"

The third brother asked with a sinister grin.

Feng Nan shrugged: "Yeah."

"This is the burial plot I chose for you."

"Ha ha……"

"You damn duck has a tough mouth!"

"Let's see what you're capable of."

The third brother said with a sneer.

Feng Nan shook his head inwardly, thinking to himself, "What a brainless idiot. Don't you even realize that I've already killed several of you? You still want to test my skills?"

Feng Nan took a deep breath: "Bring it on!"

Feng Nan was too lazy to waste words with a dead man.

We should hurry up and kill him so we can save Ye Wanwan.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish. After I kill you, I'll enjoy myself properly."

The third brother revealed a lewd smile.

He spewed foul language, brandished a dagger, and lunged at Feng Nan.

Feng Nan didn't move, waiting for the third brother to approach.

But his hands, gripping the stool legs, tightened even more, ready to strike at any moment.

When the third brother came within three meters of Feng Nan, Feng Nan suddenly narrowed her eyes.

next second!
Feng Nan made a move!

He took a step forward and charged towards the third brother.

The third brother also accelerated instantly, thrusting his dagger at Feng Nan, intending to kill her with one blow.

Feng Nan and Lao San brushed past each other.

A cut appeared on Feng Nan's sleeve.

That was caused by the third brother cutting it with a dagger.

However, only the clothes were damaged.

Feng Nan's arm had no wounds.

On the third brother's bare arm, there was also a bright red mark, which was made by Feng Nan with a stool leg.

In the first round, Feng Nan won by a narrow margin.

Feng Nan glanced at her sleeve.

He raised an eyebrow and gave a cold laugh.

"I underestimated you."

Feng Nan looked at the third brother and said coldly.

The third brother shook his injured arm.

He winced in pain and said, "You little wench, you've got some skills. I underestimated you."

"Pooh……"

The third brother coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm.

He glared fiercely at Feng Nan.

His ferocious expression seemed to suggest he wanted to devour Feng Nan alive.