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Wow! That's so cool!

This umbrella is actually made of two parts, and a sword is hidden inside the handle! No wonder it seemed strangely big and heavy before.

The iron umbrella flew towards Xixi.

Xi Xi grabbed Huo Huai'an's hand with one hand and held the umbrella handle with the other.

The iron umbrella carried them down slowly.

Huo Dongjun reached out and caught Huai'an, holding him tightly in his arms.

Lu Wenli quickly grabbed the iron umbrella and held it in front of him to protect them.

Lu Wenli drew a circle on the ground with the edge of his umbrella, preventing the Kuman Thong from getting close.

Chang Xi used the momentum to leap up and stand on top of Wang Gumanli's head.

She swung her sword backhand, the blade slicing through her palm, and beads of blood oozed out.

Chang Xi knelt on one knee and placed his bleeding hand on Wang Gumanli's head, saying, "Blood ties unite us, the envoy from the southeast displays divine power!"

Wang Gumanli opened her tightly closed eyes.

"I still prefer to see you from this height," Chang Xi said with a calm smile. "You're not as tall as me."

The dean's face darkened. Being mocked for his height by a woman made him angrier than being mocked by a man.

Wang Gumanli made incomprehensible sounds.

Wang Gumantong understood, and a look of resentment and ferocity appeared on her face.

Before the dean, a spirit in the shape of a child appeared, surrounded by a murky and turbid aura, corrupted by evil thoughts, its entire body covered with jagged, grotesque armor, losing its human form.

In comparison, the girl who appeared before Chang Xi was much more delicate and pretty.

The two spirits and the physical body were wrestling together.

Am I seeing things?

Why do they fight like this?

Are they fighting?

Yes, you read that right. This is a fight between two masters, one punching the other.

[I always thought these centuries-old artifacts fighting were magical duels, but instead of some cool spectacle, I saw two kids fighting?]

Perhaps the two children died too young, before they were mentally mature?

Why is there a hidden dagger in your words?

[I must say, these two kids are actually quite polite when they fight. They take turns hitting each other, never overhitting each other or trying to steal the spotlight.]

Chang Xi stood atop Wang Gumanli's head, swaying with her movements. "Hey! Why are you getting so worked up?!"

The two children hugged each other, one nibbling on the other's arm, the other on the other's shoulder, neither willing to let go.

Wang Gumanli was not good at fighting and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Chang Xi thought to himself: I have to think of a way, otherwise this fat pig will really succeed.

Chang Xi's gaze fell on the barrier behind the dean, where flashes of light appeared from time to time, which were Ji Rufeng's attacks on the barrier from the outside.

The special investigation team's police officers were already in position, each armed with a gun, occasionally firing a shot to probe for the weakest point in the barrier.

She gently patted Wang Gumanli's head, and the latter understood, pressing her head tightly against Wang Gumantong's.

Chang Xi leaped up and landed on Wang Gumantong's head.

She brandished the sword in her right hand, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Come on, let's have some fun."

"Overestimating yourself," the dean mocked in awkward Chinese.

Chang Xi suddenly drew his sword with incredible speed. The dean was stunned for a moment, then reacted and dodged the sword by turning to the side.

A cold glint flashed from the dean's sleeve, and a dagger radiating murderous intent struck Chang Xi's face.

She quickly leaned back, barely avoiding the fall, but her body tumbled over Wang Gumantong's head.

Chang Xi raised his hand and grabbed Wang Gumantong's ear, using the momentum to rise up and turn his head back over.

"Where did your helper go?" Chang Xi stood opposite him, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

"To deal with you, I don't need a master to take action," he said, his eyes full of disdain.

Chang Xi sighed and said, "Really? It seems you respect him a lot, but didn't he tell you that the Hundred Children Formation can actually backfire?"

The dean's expression froze. "What did you say?"

"It seems he really didn't tell you," Changxi relaxed and walked around his head. "A hundred Kuman Thong are not so easy to control. If you're not careful, you'll be torn to shreds by these Kuman Thong."

"Fortune favors the bold," the dean said dismissively. "The master naturally told me that. I'm confident; they're just some small fry, nothing to fear."

"Oh? If they're really nothing to fear, why did you use the King Kumanthong?" Chang Xi cut to the chase. "If you can't control these Kumanthong, won't you be the one who gets killed?"

The dean frowned deeply and remained silent.

Chang Xi said to himself, "Is it because you're scared that you need Wang Kuman Thong? You're afraid that these Kuman Thong with self-awareness will come and cause you trouble, so you thought of Wang Kuman Thong."

You believe that Wang Kuman Thong, being the originator of Kuman Thong, must be able to control these disobedient Kuman Thong.

"As it turns out, my guess was right," the dean said, spreading his arms wide with immense pride. "Now they're incredibly obedient."

"Yes, the King Kumanthong does have the ability to summon other Kumanthong, but its power far surpasses that of other Kumanthong. Can you really suppress it?"

The dean waved his hand, "You don't need to worry about that, I have my own way of doing it."

"Let's chat. You're so confident, are you afraid I'll eat you alive?" Chang Xi swayed leisurely. "Who's this master of yours? He actually has such strange and unusual formations. Do you think he can help me?"

The dean looked at him with amusement. "Aren't you supposed to be a positive character?"

"Tch, we're all just doing things for money, why bother distinguishing between them?"

"It's not that I can't introduce you, it's just that your actions just now made me very unhappy."

"Is that so? Then it really was my fault." Chang Xi caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and the long sword in his hand flew out, carrying a chilling sword aura, straight at the dean's neck.

The dean suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Changxi! Behind you!"

Huo Dongjun's shout forced Chang Xi to turn around.

A powerful punch landed squarely on his face, and Chang Xi fell to the ground.

"Goodbye," the dean laughed wildly.

Ah, I can't watch anymore!

[Won't it be smashed beyond recognition?]

[It's alright! Look, it's Wang Gumanli!]

She caught Chang Xi!

Wang Gumanli shook off Wang Gumantong's hand that was restraining her, caught Chang Xi, and placed her securely on her head.

The dean understood. "I knew you little bitch had no good intentions and wanted to ambush me. Maybe in your next life."

"Who said I was trying to ambush you?" Chang Xi raised his chin. "Look behind you."

The dean remained unaffected by her words. "Trying to fool me again? That trick won't work anymore!"

Just then, a cracking sound came from behind. As soon as the dean looked up, a crack appeared in the barrier above his head, and the crack spread rapidly like a spider web.

boom!

The barrier shattered.

"Finally, it's my turn to say that," Chang Xi said, hands on her hips. "Haha! You're finished!"

"Put down your weapons!"

Dozens of police officers in special uniforms surrounded the hospital.

The dean, surrounded by enemies, declared, "If you've got the guts, let's fight one-on-one!"

"Why should I? When you were manipulating these Kumanthong to kill me, why didn't you think of a one-on-one fight? Now you want fairness? What a pipe dream!"