Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling
Author: Onepay
Chapter 179 - 178 you canât escape the palm of my hand
As the two passed by each other, the old monk immediately made his move, launching a fierce grab towards Yun Ranâs 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 monkâs attack.
There was a "crack", the sound of bones breaking, but obviously, it wasnât Yun Ranâs.
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 Ranâs.
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 youâve got yourself in trouble, happy now~?"
The old monkâs eyes were filled with hostility, completely shattering his façade of kindness and benevolence.
"I had originally planned to spare your life, but now, youâve 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 monkâs body, and even the Vajra Pestle in his hand was entwined with deep ghost energy.
[Host, this man is a Demon Monk, others radiate Buddhaâs 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 Ranâs 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 Ranâs 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 Ranâs 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.
Itâs 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 masterâs 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 wasnât this just implicating himself.
Itâs no wonder they say itâs 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 Ranâs 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 couldnât.
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, donât 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.
And this, was the old monkâs opportunity.
The old monk had gathered his strength; even though all his Magic Artifacts were destroyed by Yun Ranâs Magic Spells, it didnât mean he had no trump cards left.
But the old monk miscalculated; Yun Ran did not turn back to look at the old monkâs 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 Ranâs words fell, the remaining Little Papermen by her side all flew out.
One of them flew towards Sakagawa Kiyoshiâs position, the others all flew above the old monkâs 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 canât escape~"
The old monk looked at the Little Papermen circling around him, each Papermanâs expression was vivid, as if, they were really people.
One of the Little Papermen, very excitedly off the old monkâs 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, itâs my doing~"
The old monk had originally come for Yun Ranâs 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.
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 monkâs attack.
There was a "crack", the sound of bones breaking, but obviously, it wasnât Yun Ranâs.
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 Ranâs.
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 youâve got yourself in trouble, happy now~?"
The old monkâs eyes were filled with hostility, completely shattering his façade of kindness and benevolence.
"I had originally planned to spare your life, but now, youâve 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 monkâs body, and even the Vajra Pestle in his hand was entwined with deep ghost energy.
[Host, this man is a Demon Monk, others radiate Buddhaâs 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 Ranâs 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 Ranâs 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 Ranâs 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.
Itâs 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 masterâs 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 wasnât this just implicating himself.
Itâs no wonder they say itâs 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 Ranâs 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 couldnât.
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, donât 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.
And this, was the old monkâs opportunity.
The old monk had gathered his strength; even though all his Magic Artifacts were destroyed by Yun Ranâs Magic Spells, it didnât mean he had no trump cards left.
But the old monk miscalculated; Yun Ran did not turn back to look at the old monkâs 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 Ranâs words fell, the remaining Little Papermen by her side all flew out.
One of them flew towards Sakagawa Kiyoshiâs position, the others all flew above the old monkâs 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 canât escape~"
The old monk looked at the Little Papermen circling around him, each Papermanâs expression was vivid, as if, they were really people.
One of the Little Papermen, very excitedly off the old monkâs 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, itâs my doing~"
The old monk had originally come for Yun Ranâs 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.