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Chapter 57 Bloodbath at Wolong Temple
Feng Nan watched helplessly as she, like a fool, grabbed a chair leg and rushed out of the side room, heading towards the group of fake monks.

"Big sister, that's not how you can be so stubborn."

Feng Nan wailed inwardly.

However, "she" ignored Feng Nan.

He continued to attack the fake monk as if he didn't care.

Those fake monks all had weapons in their hands.

There were knives, sticks, and daggers.

Feng Nan glanced around and saw that there were more fake monks than he had imagined, a total of twenty.

Feng Nan was sweating bullets for herself.

Silently praying that I wouldn't be crippled.

And don't leave any scars.

Seeing that Feng Nan was alone, the fake monks grinned maliciously.

"That girl looks pretty hot!"

"Brothers, grab her and have some fun."

The fake monk in the lead grinned maliciously.

"Hey hey hey..."

Upon hearing this, the other fake monks all let out lewd laughter.

She frowned slightly.

This was the first time Feng Nan had felt emotional fluctuations in "her".

I loathe him, I want to kill him!

Feng Nan clearly understood the meaning of the emotion.

Feng Nan looked at herself and rushed towards the fake monk who was making lewd jokes.

He swung the chair leg in his hand.

It slammed down hard on the fake monk.

The fake monk never expected Feng Nan to be so fierce.

It was too late to retaliate.

He could only parry hastily.

Snapped--

The chair leg hit the fake monk's arm.

There was a muffled sound.

A red mark immediately appeared on the fake monk's exposed arm, and it swelled up at a visible speed.

"hiss……"

The fake monk gasped for breath in pain.

He clutched his arm, hopping mad from the pain.

Feng Nan's lips curled up in a cold smile.

He raised the chair in his hands high again.

They had no intention of letting him off so easily.

next second!
A cold glint flashed in Feng Nan's eyes.

The chair legs fell heavily.

Snapped--

The chair leg slammed down hard on the fake monk's bald head.

what--

The fake monk's screams were heart-wrenching.

Instantly, blood gushed from his head.

He fell heavily to the ground at Feng Nan's feet.

The fake monk was knocked unconscious by Feng Nan.

Feng Nan stepped on the fake monk's bald head.

He coldly observed the stunned fake monks.

A cold smile appeared on his lips.

"A bunch of scum, come and die."

Feng Nan lifted a chair leg, pointed at the fake monks, and said in a voice devoid of any emotion.

At this moment, Feng Nan exuded a powerful aura.

She has the air of a big sister.

The fake monks looked at each other, completely taken aback by Feng Nan's imposing presence and ruthless methods.

Seeing this, Feng Nan smiled.

These fake monks may look menacing, but they're nothing but a bunch of cowards.

Feng Nan was anxious, worried about Yue Yang's safety in the side room, and silently prayed: "Big sister, if you want to hit me, hurry up, I'm in a hurry to save him."

She seemed to hear Feng Nan's prayer.

As Feng Nan prayed, "she" actually moved.

To Feng Nan's delighted surprise, "she" swung a chair leg at one of the fake monks.

At the same time, he quickly bent down and picked up the weapon of the fake monk he had knocked down.

This is a sharpened samurai sword.

Feng Nan could sense that "she" was very satisfied with the new weapon.

She's about to unleash a killing spree.

Today, Wolong Temple will surely be awash in blood.

Feng Nan only hopes that her actions can be considered legitimate self-defense in an emergency.

If Feng Nan were to go to jail because of these scumbags, she would cry from feeling wronged.

Snapped--

The chair leg struck the fake monk squarely on the forehead.

The diamond-shaped chair leg instantly shattered the fake monk's head, and blood gushed out, dripping down his forehead and staining his clothes red.

Feng Nan sneered and charged forward, brandishing his knife.

"Damn it, kill her."

"You bitch, how dare you hit me."

The fake monk covered his head and said angrily.

The fake monks sprang into action instantly.

He was besieged by eighteen fake monks.

Feng Nan secretly felt a chill run down her spine.

She felt like she might be in trouble today.

Even if she ultimately won, it was a narrow victory.

They will most likely be seriously injured.

Feng Nan had to admit that "she" was indeed very brave and daring.

Facing eighteen fake monks, "she" was not afraid at all and charged forward.

A long stick came crashing down on him, and Feng Nan raised his samurai sword to parry.

At the same time, he rushed forward and crashed into the fake monk's arms, and Feng Nan followed up with a knee strike.

what--

The fake monk screamed in agony.

It hurt so much that snot and tears streamed down my face.

Feng Nan's knee strike was her usual method of striking until a child is crippled.

The fake monk will likely spend the rest of his life keeping company with the corpse dumper.

The modern-day Eastern Depot has gained another member.

Having succeeded with his first strike, Feng Nan attacked again.

The hand that wasn't holding the knife grabbed the fake monk's ear and twisted it hard.

The fake monk immediately screamed in pain.

Feng Nan released his grip and then formed a knife with his hands.

He slashed hard across the fake monk's neck.

The sinus artery was struck hard, and the fake monk rolled his eyes and fainted.

At the same time, two fake monks rushed forward and attacked Feng Nan with weapons.

Feng Nan glanced at it; a knife and a stick.

Feng Nan quickly made a judgment.

He used his katana to block the attack.

He took the blow hard from behind.

Snapped--

A thick wooden stick slammed into Feng Nan's back, causing him to stagger.

pain!
The intense pain caused Feng Nan's vision to go black for a moment.

Feng Nan nearly fainted from the pain.

Feng Nan inwardly groaned.

She wasn't the one who started the fight, so why should she bear the pain of being beaten?

Feng Nan was in excruciating pain, but the "she" who controlled her body seemed to feel no pain.

He remains remarkably agile.

Taking advantage of her staggering momentum, Feng Nan threw herself into the arms of the fake monk holding the knife.

Another knee strike.

The fake monk holding the knife instantly put on a mask of pain and bowed to Feng Nan.

The "childlessness-inducing" technique never fails.

It's especially effective against male enemies.

Feng Nan sheathed his knife and slammed the hilt down hard on the fake monk's head.

The back of the human brain is very fragile.

A severe blow can result in a concussion, if not a serious one.

In severe cases, it can lead to immediate death.

Feng Nan struck with great force.

They knocked the fake monk unconscious.

He lay on the ground, his fate unknown.

Before Feng Nan could catch her breath, a strong wind came from behind. As if she had eyes in the back of her head, she suddenly jumped back, and at the same time, she thrust her samurai sword backward.

puff-

The familiar sensation of a sharp blade piercing her body came over her, and Feng Nan felt a splash of warm liquid on her back.

Feng Nan knew without even looking back.

That warm liquid must be the blood of the fake monk behind him.

Feng Nan suddenly drew his samurai sword, turned around, and punched the fake monk hard in the face.

The fake monk staggered backward, clutching his bleeding abdomen, and fell to the ground.

at the same time!

More fake monks rushed up.

In an instant, sticks, sharp knives, and daggers appeared.

Various weapons attacked simultaneously.

Seeing this, Feng Nan was filled with despair.

She felt like she might die from the pain.

But "she" did something that surprised Feng Nan.

"Can you still play like this?"

Feng Nan exclaimed inwardly.