Only then did he remember how terrifying Fang Yuan was.
Although he did not understand why Fang Yuan did not directly use the same move that he had used before to crush the two of them at the start of this competition, Lu Bu'er's gradually tensed nerves allowed him to gradually hear his own heartbeat.
Thump thump thump!
This was a nervous heartbeat like a beating drum, and the frequency was increasing.
The attack in Lu Bu'er's hand, which had not been released yet, gradually began to fluctuate intensely. In his hand, light and darkness flickered.
Finally, at a certain moment, he could no longer bear the pressure of such a huge pincer attack, and roared loudly.
"Ah!".
"Go to hell!"
Immediately after, Lu Bu'er swung out his killer move.
The target he chose was not Gu Tianqing in front of him, but Fang Yuan, who was constantly giving him mental pressure from the sound of footsteps behind him.
