Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

The knuckle dust mark left from earlier still lingered on her fair face.

She glared fiercely at Makoto Haramura.

It's easy to describe what she just did in battle.

It was a complete humiliation.

No matter how she changed her moves, the man always managed to block at the perfect moment and then deliver a punch that was neither too hard nor too soft, but extremely insulting.

"Don't look at me with such an angry expression."

"There are indeed areas where I am not as good as you."

"It's just that in a very short time, I learned your moves, saw through your moves, and surpassed you."

As if to prove his words, Makoto Haramura snapped his fingers.

His shirt had simply vanished.

On his bare upper body, several faint handprints could be seen on his lower abdomen and sides.

Makoto Haramura could certainly understand Luo Hao's angry expression.

It's simply that he clearly had the strength to crush her, yet he deliberately got injured, which is the highest level of humiliation.

To play with her.

But that's not actually the case.

To be called the King of Martial Arts, Luo Hao is indeed superior to Makoto Haramura in every aspect except swordsmanship.

After all, he had only systematically studied swordsmanship before.

All other skills are unorthodox.

However, in just that short time, he did complete the three processes of falling behind Luo Hao, learning from him, and surpassing him.

The reason is his genius.

It was also because of his mastery of swordsmanship that he achieved 100% control over his body, which naturally made him more efficient in other areas of training.

"enough."

Luo Hao was even more furious.

Her face was flushed, and it was unclear whether it was from being hit by Haramura Makoto earlier or from being angered by him.

Actually, she was just angry.

He immediately surpassed her in what he learned?

What exactly are you talking about? Are you saying that the techniques Luo Hao painstakingly created are so insignificant?

Or is it that you, as a man, are truly beyond Luo Hao's comprehension?

Is he a one-of-a-kind genius?

Getting Luo Hao to admit this is actually more difficult than getting her to accept her own failure.

"It seems you still don't want to admit it."

Makoto Haramura gently shook his head; he knew the time was almost right.

He's now just one step away from success.

Haramura Makoto took a step forward, turned his palm over, and bent his index finger.

Magic began to flow through his body.

"If that's the case, are you familiar with this move?"

With a single palm strike, a golden handprint formed from condensed magic was unleashed from thin air.

Luo Hao's eyes widened in surprise.

"Body and mind are like illusions, I have nothing to possess."

In order to escape her predicament, she chanted the incantation of "divine footwork".

Although the leader did not diligently study this Buddhist secret method and could not achieve the legendary feat of "Buddha crossing the three realms in one step," it was still enough for her to achieve the goal of "spatial transfer."

"It seems it really is true."

"It's actually the real Flying Phoenix Palm."

A boundless rage, and even within that rage, a trace of desolation.

—The target is behind Haramura Makoto's body.

"Golden spears break the borders, delicate hands tear brocade."

Luo Hao's chant was filled with murderous intent. Her palm was as sharp as a dagger, aimed at Haramura Makoto's back, about to pierce his spine.

From this angle, with this fierce momentum, it looks like they're going to tear Haramura Seio apart.

"boom!"

There were no obstacles, no tangible sensation of flesh being pierced.

The figure of Makoto Haramura in front of him vanished like a mirage.

Luo Hao's perfectly prepared attack landed squarely on empty air.

"boom!"

In an instant, it became daylight.

The dark clouds, which had made daytime seem like night, suddenly dispersed.

Upon closer inspection, a blazing sun slowly rose, scorching behind the man high in the sky.

"—To bring destruction to my enemies."

The palm fell.

The scorching sun sank directly down, and nothing—nothing—no air, no gravel, could stop the setting sun.

Locked down by Yang Ri, Luo Hao felt, for the first time since he spoke, a sense of helplessness with nowhere to escape, and the fear of an ordinary person about to be swallowed by an unknown sea.

It's important to know that even when she was a mortal facing the disobedient god Narayana for the first time, she was still able to maintain her pride and confidence.

Before the black-haired girl, the golden "Vajra Warrior" appeared, spreading its broad arms to try to block the arrows shot by Luo Pei, while the cult leader began to use her second power.

Luo Hao, the leader of the sect, took a deep breath and exhaled along with the beautiful voice.

"Last year we fought at the source of the Sanggan River, this year we fought along the Cong River. We washed our soldiers on the waves of the Tiaozhi Sea, and let our horses roam the snowy grass of the Tianshan Mountains. After a long march of thousands of miles, all three armies became old and feeble."

Beautiful singing. But it scattered everything around the cult leader.

Leave nothing behind, leave absolutely nothing. Not even a single rubble, not even a leaf, a tree root, or a grain of sand could possibly remain.

Her songs became a demonic wind that destroyed everything.

"The Xiongnu used killing as their means of cultivation; throughout history, all that has been seen are fields of white bones and yellow sand."

The Qin dynasty built a city to avoid the Hu (barbarians), while the Han dynasty still kept beacon fires burning. The beacon fires never ceased, and the wars never ended.

The singing grew louder and louder, the demonic wind grew stronger and stronger, and more and more fierce.

The power usurped from Gaethje, the "Goddess of Eloquence" and "Goddess of Hymn", is revealed to Makoto Haramura in order to counter the superposition of divine magic and power!

Chapter 323 Taking advantage of the situation

Gayatri, also known as Saraswati, is one of the three supreme Hindu gods, and the wife and daughter of Brahma, the creator god who is on par with Vishnu, the "protector god".

She is the goddess of language and knowledge, the creator of Sanskrit and Devanagari script, the ruler of poetry and music, and the protector of art and science. Because of her wisdom and eloquence, she became the goddess of wisdom and rhetoric.

She has fair skin, sits on a lotus throne, rides a swan, and has four arms, holding a harp, a scripture, a rosary, and a lotus, symbolizing art, wisdom, writing, and piety.

Later, when the Buddha's teachings spread eastward, Mahayana Buddhism adopted her as a Bodhisattva, calling her the Great Eloquent Goddess or the Mother of Wonderful Sound.

After killing this disobedient god, Luo Hao, in accordance with her own personality, obtained a purely physical attack power such as the "Dragon Roar and Tiger Howl Technique".

It can not only unleash a magical wind that blows a city away, but also shatter all matter with the shockwaves brought by the songs.

Light and heat are naturally included as well.

"The moon shines low over the willow-lined pavilion, the song ends with the breeze beneath the peach blossom fan."

The storm blew her black hair up, making her look like a stunningly beautiful lady.

As she finished singing, the surrounding gale coalesced and swirled, blasting towards Haramura Makoto.

It is like the spring breeze that makes cherry blossoms wither and fade, yet it also contains a piercing killing intent like the clash of swords and the thunder of horses.

Luo Hao infused his martial arts will into his powers, giving these supernatural abilities life and rhythm.

"They really went all out."

Makoto Haramura raised his head slightly, a barely suppressed smile appearing on his lips.

"However, this won't stop it from landing."

The crimson flames burned violently, and the temperature on the ground had long exceeded the limits that normal humans could withstand.

Now, let alone the limit, any living being that appears here will be instantly burned to death.

Makoto Haramura's right hand, which had been hanging down naturally, suddenly clenched together.

As if its antenna had been remotely controlled, the descending sun accelerated its descent and collided head-on with Luo Hao's attack.

"boom!"

In an instant, everything in the world lost its color.

Even the sounds are like that.

All that could be heard was a busy signal; the terrifying explosion had turned the surrounding area into a vacuum.

The world was a vast expanse of white, everything was submerged in this pure white.

"Alright, that's about it."

The terrifying explosions continued. After silently assessing the progress of Number Five, Number Nine, and Number Three, Makoto Haramura grinned and then suddenly vanished from the spot.

They reappeared.

Right in the center of the explosion, that beautiful figure appeared directly in Haramura Makoto's eyes.

However, under the current circumstances, it seems that no matter what, it can no longer be called beautiful.

The silk threads on that hand-embroidered cheongsam had melted, leaving it smooth and clean. Her fair and beautiful face was now covered in black and grime, with even a few bloodstains on it. Her pearly white teeth were clenched tightly.

"The power control is just right."

With another flash, Makoto Haramura appeared directly in the flames in front of Luo Hao.

"Endless tears of longing fall like blood on red beans; spring willows and flowers bloom endlessly in the painted pavilion."

With a hoarse voice, the black-haired girl chanted again, and the magical wind surged forth once more, finally completely dispersing the flames in front of her.

"you--!"

After the attack, the person who appeared caused Luo Hao to fall into a state of complete silence.

The next second.

The golden pupils vanished instantly, replaced by pink ones.

Enchantress, the ninth star beast.

Special attack on the opposite sex's mental attributes.

"Mmmmm~"

Looking at the stiff, motionless black-haired girl, Makoto Haramura nodded in satisfaction.

Makoto Haramura stretched out his hand and gently swiped it forward.

A pitch-black gap appeared, and the completely frozen girl fell into it.

At the same time, a golden lightning bolt struck.

A golden lion carried two beautiful young girls who looked like elves, and an old man who was naked and had a full head of silver hair.

"He's barely alive."