Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 179 - 178: You Can Never Escape from My Palm

As the two passed by each other, the old monk immediately made his move, launching a fierce grab towards Yun Ran’s neck.

Sensing the movement behind her, Yun Ran was not panicked at all, and she did not even turn around, her seemingly delicate arm easily blocked the old monk’s attack.

There was a "crack", the sound of bones breaking, but obviously, it wasn’t Yun Ran’s.

Her body was indeed fragile, but she was fortunate that her direct superior was generous and really willing to provide her with good resources.

All the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures had been used on her, and now their effects were evident.

The old monk was quite aged, and although stronger than many others, his bones were truly not as tough as Yun Ran’s.

Only then did Yun Ran turn around, her face showing a mocking expression as she looked at the old monk, whose face was twisted with pain, her words cutting deeply.

"Old Deng is quite the trouble-maker, insisting on competing with the young. Now you’ve got yourself in trouble, happy now~?"

The old monk’s eyes were filled with hostility, completely shattering his façade of kindness and benevolence.

"I had originally planned to spare your life, but now, you’ve brought this upon yourself!"

With that, despite the pain of his fractured arm, the old monk pulled out a Vajra Pestle and began to attack Yun Ran.

At that moment, a murderous aura exploded from the old monk’s body, and even the Vajra Pestle in his hand was entwined with deep ghost energy.

[Host, this man is a Demon Monk, others radiate Buddha’s light, but this man is full of Evil Energy, who knows how many sins he has committed to be corroded by Evil Energy to this extent.]

Watching him, who seemed even more evil than the Ghost King previously by Yun Ran’s side, who would believe that a monk with a kind and benevolent appearance had killed more people than the Ghost King?

Yun Ran nodded indifferently, "Is that so? Then let me witness your abilities!"

When the Peach Wood Sword appeared in Yun Ran’s hand, the fighting spirit it emitted startled the old monk.

His Vajra Pestle had been with him for many years, yet it had never shown such fighting spirit.

For a moment, the old monk felt a trace of reluctance in his heart; he might have truly underestimated this Dark Master from Hua Country.

However, even if he wanted to flee, he had no chance, Yun Ran would not allow him to escape.

The two began their magical duel, Yun Ran swinging sword flowers while forming magic seals with one hand, all aimed at the old monk.

The old monk, unable to dodge in time, was hit several times in succession.

Yun Ran was completely dominating the fight; if not for the numerous Magic Artifacts protecting him, he would probably have already been subdued.

Even so, he was not faring well; his clothing was all torn by the sword flowers swung by Yun Ran.

His body was covered with countless wounds, quickly staining his clothes red, looking particularly horrific.

With a "bang", the last Magic Artifact on the old monk was broken by Yun Ran’s Magic Spell, leaving him with nothing to defend himself.

His whole body was directly knocked flying, crashing heavily to the ground, those wounds getting squeezed and blood gushing out desperately.

That already fractured hand now made a crisp "crack" sound; it was truly broken this time.

With a "puh", the old monk spat out a large mouthful of blood, suddenly looking like he had aged ten years, his previously rosy face turning instantly pale.

However, Yun Ran, standing opposite him, apart from slightly disheveled hair, surprisingly had not a single wound on her body.

Anyone who saw this scene would clearly understand that this was not merely a dire suppression.

Sakagawa Kiyoshi, who hid not far away, firmly covered his mouth, terrified of letting out any breath and being discovered by that formidable figure.

It’s said that without comparison, there would be no harm; Sakagawa Kiyoshi deeply believed this now, fortunately last time he was only backlash by his own magic, and not killed on the spot by Yun Ran.

Previously forced to obey his master’s orders, he now truly bore no grudge, only wishing for his master to hold on longer to buy him time to escape.

Sakagawa Kiyoshi immediately prostrated on the ground, cautiously crawling in the opposite direction.

Had he known, he would not have come to watch; now wasn’t this just implicating himself.

It’s no wonder they say it’s about master and disciple; Sakagawa Kiyoshi hoped his master could last a bit longer to buy him time to escape, the old monk thought the same.

His arm was broken, the pain enveloped his whole being, but compared to his life, this pain seemed insignificant.

But Yun Ran’s lock made it clear to him that it would be very difficult to escape from under her sword.

Especially since Yun Ran was also a master of magic, even if he wanted to abandon his body and flee in the form of a divine soul, he couldn’t.

But if Yun Ran was slightly distracted, he might find an opportunity to escape.

At this moment, the disciples who followed, naturally became his sacrificial pawns.

"Hmph, don’t be arrogant, you are alone, one can hardly defy many hands, disciple, what are you waiting for, take action!"

Both sides engaged in battle, necessitating full concentration, but if someone intended to sneak attack, under normal circumstances, the victim would definitely turn back to look. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

And this, was the old monk’s opportunity.

The old monk had gathered his strength; even though all his Magic Artifacts were destroyed by Yun Ran’s Magic Spells, it didn’t mean he had no trump cards left.

But the old monk miscalculated; Yun Ran did not turn back to look at the old monk’s disciple, rather, a faint smile appeared on her face.

"No matter what means you want to use, you cannot escape from my palm."

The old monk had helpers, did she not have any? As Yun Ran’s words fell, the remaining Little Papermen by her side all flew out.

One of them flew towards Sakagawa Kiyoshi’s position, the others all flew above the old monk’s head, forming a circle.

"However, what you just said has reminded me; a vile being like you would definitely have life-saving means. I need to guard against your dirty tricks. Now good, you truly can’t escape~"

The old monk looked at the Little Papermen circling around him, each Paperman’s expression was vivid, as if, they were really people.

One of the Little Papermen, very excitedly off the old monk’s body, snatched the decorative rope at his waist.

Excitedly turning its head towards Yun Ran, it said: "Master, tied to this are the two little ghosts that were shouting earlier, look, the palm prints on their faces, it’s my doing~"

The old monk had originally come for Yun Ran’s control of the magic of the Little Papermen, now seeing so many Little Papermen, even receiving favors.

His whole being was struck, considering he had studied this skill for many decades, yet he was not as proficient as a little girl.

Defeat made him furious with embarrassment, envy even spurred thoughts of a mutual destruction.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺