Chapter 230 The Whipping of the Golden RodEveryone remained on high alert, ready to deal with any unexpected crisis. While working closely together, they created an opportunity for Dezhi to subdue the octagonal bat in front of him. At this moment, the octagonal bat suddenly stopped flying madly. Then, it slowly opened its huge mouth full of fangs, apparently preparing to launch a more violent ultrasonic attack. At this critical moment, Dezhi's feet were firmly rooted on the rattan boat. Dezhi took a deep breath and pulled out a card. He chose the right moment, waved his hand suddenly, and threw the card towards the octagonal bat. At this moment, an expression of contempt and disdain appeared on the face of the octagonal bat. Then, at an extremely fast speed, it raised its slender and strange tentacles. The tentacle flicked lightly.
"despair" With a flick of the octagonal bat's trigger, the card instantly floated in interstellar space. The Octagonal Bat suddenly burst into a deafening laugh, as if mercilessly mocking their actions: "A bunch of idiots!" Then, the octagonal bat spat out a mouthful of saliva. "Oh!" Wu Jinqiang's eyes instantly ignited with rage and he said: "Fuck, you are too arrogant!" Without any hesitation, Wu Jinqiang turned around and grabbed the golden stick in Sun Wu's hand. Sun Wu was caught off guard by this sudden action, and his face was full of confusion and puzzlement. He stared at Wu Jinqiang in a daze, and only managed to shout out: "Jin Qiang?" However, Wu Jinqiang had no time to explain. "Stop talking so much and give it to me!" Sun Wu's fingers loosened slowly and helplessly, and the golden rod he was holding tightly was taken away in an instant. The muscles in Wu Jinqiang's hands tensed up like the tangled roots of an ancient tree. With a sudden force, he pulled the golden rod out of the water, causing a splash of water and a loud sound. The golden rod drew a brilliant arc in the air, and when it was fully displayed in front of everyone, it had extended to ten meters in length. Wu Jinqiang held the huge golden stick firmly and looked straight at the smug octagonal bat in the air. He shouted angrily, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder: "You ugly thing, wait and see how I'll deal with you!" The words have not yet fallen. Wu Jinqiang's body shook, and the ten-meter-long golden stick turned into a golden lightning under his swing, and hit the octagonal bat's forehead hard.
Wu Jinqiang's sudden feat instantly attracted everyone's attention, and their eyes widened. Dezhi was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, which was wide enough to swallow an ostrich egg. He murmured to himself: "This golden rod weighs several hundred kilograms..." The octagonal bat in the air was obviously caught off guard by this sudden attack. A hint of astonishment flashed across its originally disdainful eyes. Before it could fully react, the golden rod had already arrived right above its head as fast as a meteor. At this critical moment, the octagonal bat quickly swung its two tentacles that were as hard as fish scales. The two tentacles overlapped above his head to form an impenetrable barrier, which effectively blocked the powerful attack of the golden rod. "boom!" A deafening roar cut through the sky. The tentacles of the octagonal bat, which were originally as hard as iron, were violently hit by Wu Jinqiang's golden rod, and the tentacles on top were instantly broken like fragile glass. The tentacles below it were also trembling in the aftermath of this force. This blow caused the octagonal bat to let out a sharp and painful wail. Its eyes were red and it stared at Wu Jinqiang angrily. However, Wu Jinqiang did not give it any chance to breathe. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disdain and provocation. Immediately afterwards, the ten-meter-long golden rod seemed to turn into a nimble dragon in Wu Jinqiang's hand. He swung the golden stick quickly and hit the octagonal bat's forehead hard with another blow. This blow was more powerful than the previous one. At this moment, the octagonal bat rolled sideways flexibly in the air, narrowly avoiding Wu Jinqiang's golden stick attack like a storm. However, Wu Jinqiang did not relax at all. Then, Wu Jinqiang tightly grasped the golden stick, and every swing was accompanied by a thunderous sound of wind. He swung the stick one after another at a speed that was dazzling. When the octagonal bat saw this, it felt an unprecedented fear in its heart. At this moment, it just wanted to find an opportunity to escape from this horrible battlefield. But Wu Jinqiang seemed to see through its thoughts. The speed of the golden stick not only did not slow down, but became faster and faster, and every blow landed accurately on its body. "Crack, snap, snap" The octagonal bat could only dodge with all its might, its tentacles like crazy dancers, blocking the deadly golden rod. However, no matter how hard it tried, it could not completely avoid Wu Jinqiang's attack. Every time the golden stick fell, its body would tremble.
Wu Jinqiang raised his eyebrows, and said with an unruly smile: "Damn it, you little beast, are you so arrogant? Don't forget, a good son is born under the stick!" As he spoke, he continued to swing the golden stick in his hand violently. The sudden violent aesthetics of this scene stunned everyone present and their eyes widened. At this time, Qin Fu said calmly: "Qiangzi, take it easy, don't kill it. I want it alive." "Yes, SIR!" Then, Wu Jinqiang flexibly slapped the octagonal bat and shouted at the top of his lungs, almost at a roar: "Fly over here, or today will be your end!" Han Zichu stood aside and witnessed this scene. She murmured to herself: "ε=(ο｀*))) Hey? Can this monster understand human language?" What is amazing is that the octagonal bat seemed to really understand Wu Jinqiang's intention. Seeing this, Wu Jinqiang slowly slowed down the rhythm of the beating with the golden stick in his hand. Each strike was just right, neither allowing the bat to escape nor taking its life. Under this powerful yet gentle guidance, the octagonal bat actually began to adjust its flying posture. While enduring the beating, it slowly lowered its altitude and flew steadily towards the crowd. This scene was so jaw-dropping that my jaw almost dropped to the ground. Wu Jinqiang raised a smug smile, turned to look at Dezhi and said: "Now, it's time to tame it!" Dezhi finally came back to his senses from the shock, and hurriedly pulled out a card from his waist, his fingers trembling slightly as he said: "Oh...oh! Okay!" Then, Dezhi threw the card in his hand like a dart, accurately and accurately in front of the octagonal bat. (End of this chapter)