"Haha, Abel, I think you can still escape today?"
"I'm going to cut off your head today and hang it at the door of the Martial Arts Alliance, and tell the world to let them see what happens when they go against the Martial Arts Alliance…"
Seeing that Abel was seriously injured, Crupta laughed proudly.
Abel ignored Crupta, but stared at Fritch and grinned suddenly.
Fritch was stunned: "You are about to die, yet you are still laughing?"
"Death? Who said I was going to die? You can't even kill me with this little skill. They saw your technique, and naturally I have a way to break your door…"
Abel said lightly.
"Hmph, Abel, even if you can see the way of my magic, what can you do? Can you really break my magic?"
Fritch did not believe that Abel had such ability.
"If you don't believe me, then you can try…"
Abel said, a golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes, followed by a path of consciousness, attacking Fritch.
Since any force would be countered by Fritch's technique, Abel planned to attack with his divine sense and directly cut off Fritch's mental power.
"Hmph, you dare to attack me with your spiritual power. How can you shake me with your little spiritual power!"
Fritch didn't care. In terms of magic skills, Fritch didn't think anyone could surpass him.
With a high level of skill in magic, that mental power must be strong, that's for sure.
Therefore, Fritch was not afraid of Abel's mental attack, and he even wanted to directly turn Abel into dementia.
Abel's consciousness enveloped Fritch, and then flashed into Fritch's mind.
Just as Abel's consciousness entered, a golden light flashed in Fritch's mind, instantly cutting off Abel's consciousness.
Fritch smiled coldly on his face, "This mental power is too weak…"
But before Fritch's words were finished, a smile suddenly froze on his face.
Because he felt that the overwhelming mental power was constantly rushing towards his mind, like a tsunami, rushing.
This powerful and surging mental power made Fritch's mind instantly sluggish. He was desperately resisting, but his mental power seemed insignificant in front of this vast ocean.
Abel looked at Fritch who was sluggish, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. If Fritch didn't despise him from the beginning, it would have been a little hard for him to invade Fritch's brain later.
Abel seized the opportunity, jumped up in front of Fritch in an instant, and smashed it with a punch.
But at this time, Fritch was sluggish, and the whole person seemed to have not seen Abel.
That is to say, in the breath, Abel's punch has reached Fritch.
Seeing that Abel still dared to attack, while Fritch remained motionless, Crupta sneered.
"Hmph, Abel, even if you try to suckle, you will never hurt Brother Fritch in the slightest!"
Crupta didn't know at this time that Fritch didn't dodge, but fell into a brief sluggishness.
boom.
Abel's golden fist came to Fritch's eyes. At this moment, Fritch turned his eyes and woke up. When he felt the power of Abel's punch, Fritch broke out in a cold sweat.
He instinctively wanted to hide, but it was too late. Abel smashed Fritch's chest with a ruthless punch. This punch directly punched a bloody hole in Fritch's chest.
Fritch's body flew out and fell heavily to the ground, with a look of pain on his face.
Crupta was dumbfounded and looked at Fritch in disbelief. He thought that this punch, like just now, would knock Abel out, but it was Fritch who didn't want to fly out.
And the blood hole in Fritch's chest looked very terrifying.
To be continued....
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