PFC Chapter 225 Angry Curse
Chapter 225 Angry Curse
Swish! ! !
A sharp, slicing sound rang out, followed by a crisp ringing as Prada's sword struck Sajiro's arm with a clang, but...
but.....
but.......
It didn't cut through!
Like everyone else in the audience, Prada was completely dumbfounded. His eyes widened, his pupils gradually shrinking into black dots as he stared at the sword blade that seemed to strike steel, and at his arm without a single wound. He couldn't help but shout out in disbelief:
"What?"
This block was so incredible that even the audience gasped in amazement, their eyes gleaming with excitement – this was the kind of thrilling battle they had been waiting for!
Unlike the audience, Prada's face was terribly gloomy. He had no time to think too much at this moment, because Sajiro's counterattack had already begun.
call! ! !
The giant hand could stir up a strong wind with just a simple wave; the wind came before the hand arrived! The powerful wind blew Prada's hair up, and he immediately sensed the danger.
call!
The attack ultimately missed, as it was merely a habitual, casual counterattack by Sajiro, without much offensive intent. Furthermore, Prada reacted quickly and easily dodged the blow.
However, Prada's face remained extremely gloomy. Clearly, he was still immersed in the shock of the attack just now and obviously could not accept the fact that he had failed to break through Sajiro's defense.
However, the next second, Sajiro did something that left Prada even more bewildered.
"Ouch!! That hurts!"
A loud, forceful cry rang out, and Shajiro immediately clutched his arm and began to scream.
"pain!"
"Father, it hurts!"
Seeing Sajiro's crying and shouting, Prada's expression changed from gloomy to bewildered, and then from bewildered to smug.
So my attack wasn't ineffective after all! This guy must have some secret technique related to his outer skin, but my attack was just too strong, so even though he wasn't cleaved in a wound, he was still injured by my attack.
Prada's eyes were filled with confidence. Looking at Sajiro, who was clutching his arm and howling, he charged forward with his sword.
I'll teach you a lesson for being so arrogant just now. Prepare to die!
"Continuous Slash!"
In an instant, Prada unleashed a superb combo attack, known for its high-speed, continuous strikes, making it ideal for dealing with someone as burly as Sajiro.
And that was indeed the case. Under Prada's frenzied attacks, Sajiro could only cover his head with his hands and wail in pain, which made Prada even more smug.
"Hahaha! This is what happens when you offend me!"
"Under my blade."
"Wail!"
Prada truly lived up to his reputation, displaying exceptional swordsmanship with remarkable agility and speed. Despite relentless attacks, he maintained a safe distance from Sajiro, essentially striking once and retreating once, making for a highly entertaining spectacle that drew gasps of amazement from the audience.
But as the saying goes, things are relative. Since someone is attacking, someone else must be attacked. Faced with this fierce attack, Sha Erlang couldn't help but shout loudly.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
"father!"
"Okay, Dad!"
The pitiful and painful cries not only moved the audience on stage, but even the little girl Ruifen felt very sorry for Shajiro.
"Grandpa, your son seems to be..."
Ruifen wanted to ask the old man if he could let his son withdraw from the competition, since Sha Erlang looked like he was in too much pain, but when he turned around, he found that the old man was no longer there.
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch! You bastard! Let go of my son right now!"
A familiar voice came from behind him, and Rifen immediately turned his head, whereupon he discovered that the Sand King had somehow moved to the front row.
At this moment, the Shah was cursing Prada incessantly, his words so vulgar that the lady next to him couldn't help but blush and cover her ears.
Not only that, during the insults, the Shah King kept throwing things onto the field, such as pebbles picked up from the ground, half-eaten apples, hats, shoes, and underpants that others had worn!
In general, no matter what it was, the Sand King kept throwing things into it, and even Rifen's snack bucket ended up in the Sand King's hands because he wasn't paying attention.
Large amounts of trash and debris kept appearing in the arena, and most of it actually hit Prada. Everyone had to admire the Sand King's incredible throwing skills.
"Go to hell!"
"Fuck you, Feng!"
"You damned coward who can't poop!"
"I'll teach you to bully my son! I'll teach you to bully Erlang!"
Such disruption quickly attracted the attention of the staff, and soon several staff members rushed over and began to scuffle with the Shah King.
"What are you doing! Why are you stopping me?! Let me go!!"
"Sir, please calm down! You can't throw things in there!"
"I don't care, I don't care! He bullied my son, I'm going to smash him! I'm going to smash this infertile guy to death!!"
"This is already disturbing the peace. If you continue to cause trouble, I will take you to the law enforcement station!"
"I won't listen, I won't listen, and my son got beaten!"
"Even if your dad got beaten up, you can't throw things in there! Besides, this is a normal competition; isn't getting beaten up normal?"
"You're talking nonsense! How dare you speak like that! Don't you even know how to..."
As the Sand King struggled frantically, a chase quickly ensued in the stands. Notably, even while being chased, the Sand King didn't forget to throw things behind him; within just a few seconds, the person at the front had already eaten three shoes.
"father!!"
"father!!!"
"You are not allowed to hurt my father!!!"
Seeing the King of Sha being chased by the staff, Sha Erlang became furious on the spot. Ignoring the pain in his body, he immediately rushed towards the audience seats.
But he forgot that he was in the middle of a race, and before he had run two steps, a figure blocked his way.
"Don't even think about running away!"
"Your opponent..."
“It’s me!!!!”
Prada shouted confidently.