Face-Slapping System-Chapter 163 Cracked Open

'Continue to hit him harder, One!' Roland ordered as he continued to fend off the two cultivators who were attacking him from the start.

The cultivators around him and Two and Three were just comparable to Level 1's. However, they have a force-field that was somehow connected to Razor's force-field, making them very troublesome to deal with. As they were like unkillable cockroaches that no matter how many you smash, would still end up flying right back in your face.

However, it was not that it's out of weakness either. As every time Razor's force-field flickered, the rest of their force-field would also flicker weakly at the same time.

The reason for that was still unclear to Roland, and the only thing that he could think of as the possible explanation was that their force-field seemed to be just Razor's skill that was magically shared to them.

Although his opponents were weak, they had a force-field around them that could even fend off the heavy punches of One. Everytime they were sent back flying, they would just end up getting back and continue with their endless assault.

The only thing they could do at this moment was to give One the time to pummel Razor and break his shield.

At the same time as he was trying to fend off his attacker, Roland's eyes also constantly scanned their surroundings and obtained as much information as possible.

Two and Three's situation were more or less the same. They kept on punching their opponents and sending them flying down to no avail. The only one who had a favorable battle was One, who was oppressing Razor to the bone.

The Level 1 cultivator who was with Razor earlier when they attacked One were now lying limply on the ground. Even though he still had a force-field that covered his body, his current level of strength just could not withstand the force and impact brought upon by a Level 3's unrestrained punches.

Razor struggled as he retreated step by step. His foot would sink at the bottom of the wooden platform everytime One's attack landed on his arm that was crossed in front of his chest to block One's attack.

However, even with the force-field still activated, Razor could still feel One's attack reaching the bone on his arm. The pain he felt gradually piled up, his arm started to feel numb from the constant impact it was receiving.

In the end, he could not take it anymore as he shouted, "Who the hell sent you!?"

Boom!

One answered his question with a punch to his arm. This time, cracks began to form at the center of the force-field. f𝗿e𝙚𝘸e𝐛𝚗𝐨𝙫𝚎𝙡.c𝒐𝐦

Seeing that, Razor began to panic.

"Damn it! I have no enmity against you, why are you attacking me!? How much did they pay you? I'll double their payment!"

At this point, Razor was already aware that he was no match to the enemy. He regretted getting too cocky earlier. He did not expect that there would be someone as strong as this in a backward city like Fore City.

This was a huge slap to his face who initially thought that he was the strongest here and that he could do everything he wanted.

Boom!

Another punch landed on his Power Shield as the webbing around it began to increase. And One did not intend to stop soon.

"Stop! Don't force me! I'm one of Tiger Tyrant's men! I'm from White Tiger Nation!" Razor said, trying to intimidate One with his background.

However, One acted the same and acted as if he heard nothing. Another punch landed, this time, a hole has already appeared on his Power Shield.

Razor felt like crying at his opponent who didn't even try to listen to what he was saying.

The thing he was very confused about was that even though he could not feel any heaven energy from his opponent, he still continued to suppress him with his pure and raw strength alone.

Now, even his prided Power Slave technique could do nothing against this man. Even his shield that was supposed to be able to take a Level 3 Cultivator's strength head-on was slowly getting cracked by him.

What's more terrifying was this man's martial arts skills. His footwork and hand movements were always so coordinated that Razor could not dodge his strike at all no matter what. It was as if he was getting sucked in by his pace, and that he was allowing himself to get hit, but in truth, Razor was actually trying to get further away from him.

Boom! f𝙧𝒆𝚎𝑤e𝚋𝓷o𝘷𝗲l.c𝐨m

Crack! Crack!

Following a booming sound that came from One's last attack, the webbing on Razor's Power Shield finally collapsed and broke into multiple pieces.

At the same moment it did so, One did not waste a single second as his fist tore through and arrived on his chest.

Swoosh!

Razor's figure flew back like a rocket, smashing on the ground below. The floor cracked as he grunted in agony, the pain on his chest felt as if he was hit by a raging truck head on.

At the same moment his shield finally cracked open, the shield of the cultivators, or his Power Slaves also broke apart one after the other. Roland, Two and Three did not waste the opportunity and delivered punch after punch to the now defenseless cultivators.

Three Power Slaves were sent flying backwards one after the other, smashing right beside Razor who was now struggling to get up.

The Power Slaves, without the Power Shield protecting them, lay beside Razor, their chest forming cavities due to Two and Three's punches.

Blood spurted out of their mouth as they tried to get up, but to no avail.

"DAMN IT! YOU FORCE ME INTO THIS!"

Razor screamed at the top of his lungs as his hands formed another hand seal. Obviously, Roland and the others were no longer as clueless as earlier. Knowing that he was about to use a magical attack like the force-field again, he immediately ordered One to attack, not allowing Razor to take a momentary breather.

Razor did not stay idle and just allowed One to hit him. He rolled to the side as he pulled one of the cultivators lying beside him and made it into a human shield.

"Fuck!" Razor cursed at the top of his lungs as the hand seal that he was forming was forcefully halted by One.

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