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Chapter 226 What's wrong with using an electric mosquito swatter to hit a tennis ball?
All that could be seen on the woman's face was that her eyes had turned completely white, with no pupils, only the whites of her eyes remaining.

Strange runes were drawn on his dark skin with blood-red strokes, covering his entire face.

Those eyes, now only white, were staring straight in Leng Huaixin's direction, while he continued to mutter to himself.

"Captain, be careful!"

When the others saw the bullets bounce back, but Leng Huaixin remained standing still, they panicked and rushed towards him.

Bang.

Leng Huaixin was tackled to the ground in time, and the bullet lodged in a wall in the corridor.

Leng Huaixin fell to the ground, with someone on top of him. He suddenly came to his senses and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Her eyes, and her face..."

Leng Huaixin murmured with lingering fear, "What happened? Why did I freeze up like my soul was sucked away the moment she looked at me?"

Jiang Nanxi explained, "She must have also practiced soul control techniques and then borrowed the power of the Kumanthong, which is why she was able to influence you so easily."

Leng Huaixin's face was grim. "She worshipped Kumanthong, which already caused a backlash, making her unable to control the Kumanthong. Now she's borrowing the power of the Kumanthong, which will probably cost her even more. Does she have a death wish?!"

"She used black magic to transfer the backlash."

Jiang Nanxi said, "Although the Kumanthong is now out of control, she has transferred the backlash and promised to provide the Kumanthong with other food, so the Kumanthong will not harm her for the time being."

Leng Huaixin suddenly remembered the Southeast Asian languages ​​the woman had been speaking when they came in.

She wants to dedicate them all to the Kumanthong!
"How audacious!"

Leng Huaixin snorted coldly, "It seems we must deal with this woman and the Kumanthong as soon as possible, otherwise she will kill more people and offer them up to the Kumanthong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Nanxi patted his shoulder, signaling him to step back, "With your level of cultivation, don't talk big here, step back a bit."

Leng Huaixin turned his head and saw Jiang Nanxi holding an electric mosquito swatter, casually resting it on her shoulder like a tennis racket.

Jiang Nanxi tilted her body slightly and said, "I haven't stretched my muscles yet today, so playing some ball will be a good way to exercise."

Leng Huaixin stared at her blankly, "In such a critical situation, why are you playing ball?"

"Tennis."

"But that's an electric mosquito swatter."

"is it not OK?"

"..."

Who the hell would use an electric mosquito swatter to play tennis?! Besides, where the hell would you find a tennis ball to play with here?!
At that moment, the woman looked in their direction and chuckled softly.

Suddenly, everyone realized that the Kumanthong that had been clinging to the woman was gone.

"Captain, the Kumanthong has disappeared!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone immediately went on alert, taking out their magical artifacts and looking around for the Kumanthong.

But the woman was emanating more and more black ghostly energy, which enveloped the room like mist, making it even harder for them to see what was happening around them.

"hiss--!"

A sudden scream from the Kumanthong rang out behind Leng Huaixin, and something thudded heavily onto his back.

Leng Huaixin's eyes hardened, and he took out a consecrated lightning-struck wooden sword and thrust it backward.

"Beast, courting death!"

"what--!"

He moved swiftly, and the lightning-struck wooden sword pierced precisely into the Kumanthong's body, causing it to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

But then, Leng Huaixin groaned, and blood began to flow down his head.

Although his lightning-struck wooden sword injured the Kumanthong, the Kumanthong was too fierce, and even after being injured, it still clung to his head and wouldn't let go.

He could still feel its sharp claws scratching his scalp. If he hadn't used his spiritual power to defend himself, it would have definitely pierced a hole in his head!

"team leader!"

When the others saw Leng Huaixin injured, they were terrified and used their magical artifacts to deal with the Kumanthong.

But it was no use! Then, with a loud bang...

One of the students' ritual implements was slapped by a Kumanthong and shattered!
"My God, why is this Kumanthong so fierce? What is it made of?!"

"What do we do? What do we do? This thing is clinging to the captain and won't let go! We can't get it off at all!"

Everyone panicked instantly.

Until a slender, fair hand reached out to Leng Huaixin, grabbed the Kumanthong by the neck, and actually pulled the thing off Leng Huaixin's back.

Everyone stared at Jiang Nanxi in shock.

She held the Kumanthong in her hand without any problem, while the Kumanthong in her hand was like a crab that had been caught, its four arms and four legs flailing anxiously.

"Hiss-!"

The Kumanthong's cries grew increasingly shrill, and it bared its fangs and opened its blood-red maw, lunging to bite at Jiang Nanxi's arm.

There was a snap.

Jiang Nanxi immediately gave the Kumanthong a large bag and then threw it into the air.

"Let's play tennis."

Another snap.

This time, it was the sound of an electric mosquito swatter hitting the Kumanthong, accompanied by crackling electric shocks.

"what--!"

The Kumanthong was thrown out like a ball, crashing into the glass of the storage room and shattering it before falling out the window.

But a flash of blue-purple lightning appeared on the electric mosquito swatter, eventually forming an electric net that pulled him back.

"Huh? Ah—!"

When the Kumanthong was pulled back, it was stunned for a moment. Then it felt a strong electric shock in the air, which made it scream again. Finally, Jiang Nanxi slapped it away.

About an hour later.

At the other end of the corridor.

The director and cameraman came over to check on Jiang Nanxi, worried that something might have happened to her.

As soon as the photographer arrived, he captured a group of people from the White Tiger Division squatting in a row at the entrance of the storage room, each holding a handful of sunflower seeds and cracking them open.

Screams of "Ahhh!" and the sounds of slapping echoed from the storage room.

One of the trainees, while munching on sunflower seeds, asked, "Captain, when will she finish? She's been hitting him for an hour already. The Kumanthong must be flattened by now, right?"

Leng Huaixin, his head wrapped in bandages, looked bewildered. "I don't know."

Then the student asked, "I didn't expect her to be so amazing. That electric mosquito swatter is actually a magical artifact. Could it be that the phoenix and Ultraman that the Suzaku clan mentioned are real?"

Leng Huaixin still looked blank. "I don't know."

The trainee was speechless. "Captain, how come you don't know anything when asked? Can't you go and ask around?"

If the Vermilion Bird tribe has a phoenix, why doesn't our White Tiger tribe have a white tiger?

Leng Huaixin was even more speechless. "The people from Xuanwu said that the phoenix of the Zhuque tribe is a chicken! You want a white tiger? Don't I have plenty at home?"

"Isn't your cat a silver shaded kitten?"

"If the Vermilion Bird Clan can call a chicken a phoenix, then why can't we call a kitten a white tiger?"

"..."

Hearing their conversation, the director's lips twitched slightly as he asked, "Excuse me, where is Miss Jiang?"

Leng Huaixin glanced at him impatiently, "You're playing ball inside, what are you trying to do with those cameras?"

"She's a guest on our show."

Leng Huaixin suddenly realized, "Oh, you're filming a ball game show, right? Let's go in and film it."

director:? ? ?
audience:? ? ?
What are they playing? This is like a dating reality show!
As soon as the photographers arrived at the door, they heard an extremely piercing and sharp scream coming from inside.

The sound also carried a sonic attack, causing many glass items in the storage room to shatter, and the nearby walls seemed to tremble slightly!
The sound of people playing ball in the room stopped.

Leng Huaixin stood up with a serious expression. "Why aren't you playing ball? I almost forgot that woman knows soul control. Could Jiang Nanxi be under her control?!"