Blue and White Society

  Chapter 352 Thunder Palm

  Mo Poor's hand to block the counterattack was unexpected.

  If the opponent is focused enough, with their reaction and strength stronger than Mo Poor, they can brake and pull out the Hidden Blade at the moment when the Hidden Blade stabs the neck but is not fatal.

  But at this moment, under the restraint of Lord Gou, the assassins who have been suppressing Mo Poor, and what is even more fearful are the sniper rifles. He never expected that Mo Poor would suddenly have such a strong counterattack.

   One block and one swing, an assassin died in his hands.

  The remaining assassins knew that they could not win the fight, and they could not get away, so they rushed to the cages separately.

  The Hidden Sword in his hand slashed one by one, quickly slashing open the cage or door lock, releasing all kinds of beasts and birds of prey.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  Three gunshots fired in a row, and the last three assassins fell down. They were all accurately hit on the tailbone, and half of their bodies were directly paralyzed.

  But although the assassin fell, the beast was out of the gate.

  The animals here have obviously been tampered with. Recalling that Hastur attacked his master when he saw meat before, he presumably went mad when he encountered blood.

  Now that there are so many people dead on the field, those animals have already gone mad, and they were released from their cages, and suddenly rushed towards everyone violently.

  A few gunmen don’t have the courage to fight against gods, but don’t they dare to shoot when facing a group of beasts?

  Dare not! Because these are Harman's pets.

  The gunmen who survived for a while jumped up and down, and were chased away by the beasts.

  Seeing a group of hyenas pounce in front of Haman, Mo Poor kicked the leading one away with a whip kick, which did not frighten the hyenas at all.

   "I'm going to be beaten to death, you won't make me lose money?" Mo Poor said.

  Haman looked at his pets sadly, gritted his teeth and said, "Shoot!"

  With him speaking, the subordinates finally dared to resist, and all kinds of chic spear skills were displayed, shooting or seriously injuring the beasts present one by one.

  Mo Poor did not participate in it, he just rushed over to attack the beast that he was attacking Haman alive.

  All the ferocious beasts that approached, whether they were hyenas surrounded by groups or mighty and tall lions, were all kicked away by him.

  Mo Poor's physical fitness is like a wild horse, coupled with the ability of others, the lion can only be beaten in front of him.

   Bears are a bit of a problem. Haman managed to survive, and even raised a big brown bear, weighing at least 450 kilograms.

   Such a strong guy can't be killed by ordinary small guns, and he has already killed several people in a row.

  Mo Poor fiddled with an automatic rifle on the ground with his feet, ready to shoot himself.

  Unexpectedly, Haman hugged Mo Poor and cried, "Don't! Don't kill my Tibbers!"

   "...Then I'll beat it seriously?" Mo Poor was speechless, knowing that Haman regretted it again.

  Haman shook his head and said, "Can you subdue it?"

  Mo Poor nodded his head when he saw that the brown bear was killing all directions and was already close in front of his eyes.

  Haman's eyes lit up, and he looked at Mo Poor excitedly.

  I saw Mo Poor reach out and adjust something in the bag wrapped around his waist.

   After finishing the adjustment, he rushed out and rushed into the arms of the brown bear like flying.

  At this moment, the brown bear has gone crazy, covered in blood, and the desire for blood is even more crazy, as if it has become crazy.

   It also has several blood holes in itself, but the bullets are stuck in its thick fat.

  Everyone was staying away from it, only Mo Poor rushed towards him, the brown bear became fierce, stood upright, and slapped Mo Poor.

  Mo Poor ducked slightly, and nimbly staggered the palm. At the same time, he stretched out a palm himself, and stamped it on the brown bear's heart.

   This palm was silent, not a powerful blow, nor did it make any sound of heavy blows.

  It seems to be just touching it lightly.

Haman showed doubts on his face. He thought there would be a human-bear battle, but Mo Poor just pressed his hand lightly. If the bear's paw falls violently now, wouldn't it just hit Mo Poor's vest, enough to slap him The flesh and blood burst into pieces.

   But no, the brown bear's paw fell and hit Mo Poor's vest, but there was no expected damage.

   It seemed that it was just casually placed on Mo Poor's back, and it just remained motionless.

   A few seconds later, the brown bear fell down stiffly, pressing on Mo Poor's body. Mo Poor carried the big brown bear, shrugged his shoulders, pushed his hand, and threw the brown bear to the ground.

   "Boom!" The brown bear hit the ground heavily and fainted.

  As for the other raging animals in the distance, he didn't care about them, bearing in mind Lord Gou's experience, he still stayed by Haman's side.

   "Ca... fainted?"

  Haman excitedly went up to check the brown bear, and found that the brown bear had no external injuries, but was foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were lax, as if he had suffered internal injuries.

  The hair on the body surface is scorched black and curly, especially on the heart, there is an obvious palm print that seems to be scorched!

   "You...how...how did you do this?" Haman imitated Mo Poor's palm in shock. It seemed that this seemingly light palm contained infinite power and mystery.

   Judging from the injury alone, Mo Poor's palm obviously contained energy, and the palm prints burned by high temperature are proof.

  Haman liked this kind of supernatural power so much. When he slapped it down, the energy stirred his heart and stunned the brown bear.

   "What kind of energy is this? Is it magic?"

  Seeing him clumsily imitating his slap, Mo Poor couldn't help but roll a blank look.

   "Have you never seen an electric shock?" Mo Poor complained.

   "..." Haman was taken aback.

  Mo Poor naturally used electric energy to stir up the brown bear just now.

  The weak electric current that is enough to kill humans is not fatal after entering the body of a brown bear.

  Mo Poor mastered the scale, and it took a few seconds to stun the bear.

   "Electricity? Was your palm charged with electricity just now? You can also control lightning?" Haman said in surprise, thinking that the members finally showed their true skills.

  Mo Poor shrugged and said, "Just take it for granted."

   As he spoke, he turned off the battery on his belt.

   "Do all the members know how to do it? How powerful can you generate electricity?" Haman was surprised.

  Mo Poor said: "I don't know about others, but most of them know it. For the time being, 200A is the limit I can bear."

   "My God! Didn't human beings get electrocuted right away? You didn't use all your strength to protect me before! If you use this trick, wouldn't all those assassins become charcoal?" Haman exclaimed.

  Mo Poor squinted at Haman noncommittally, and said to himself whether the assassin will die or not, I don’t know, but you must be the first to die...

  At that time, life and death were in an instant, how could I have the time to open the battery? If he did that, he might be killed himself.

  Assassins are not afraid of exchanging their lives for their lives. Most of the members who have been killed have been killed in close quarters, and most of them have taken lightning strike wood and carried electric shock devices.

   But so what? Not dead yet.

   What's more, if he turned on the electricity at that time, the assassin might have taken precautions. It is still unknown whether he will die or not, but Haman under his crotch must be the first to die.

  The electrical energy surge of members is not a superpower, but its own reactance is so high that it can be used as a charged conductor, and whoever touches it will get an electric shock.

   Unless the electrostatic force field is arranged in advance, the assassin can't get close.

   Mo Poor didn't say these things. Judging from the animal madness, there may be ears in the palace walls.

  At least Haman's whereabouts have been grasped by the assassins, and they can accurately know where Haman is.

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  (end of this chapter)