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My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1667
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The moment Lana left the array, Martin's terrifying punch surged toward her, and he did not hold back just because it was her.

Outside the secret realm, he might have considered the Jackson family’s reputation.

However, here, killing was killing. Moreover, she was with Nash, and she was the one who killed Jaskier just now. Since Jaskier had

liked her, he decided he would kill her and send her to apany him in the afterlife.

The terrifying punch reached Lana, and her body erupted with white light.

Martin's right hand broke. At the stime, he was sent back more than ten meters.

Lana gripped the spear and stabbed it forward like an athlete pole vaulting. She poured all her power into the spear, causing the

spearhead to resonate with power.

Martin was horrified and quickly activated his true energy to protect himself.

The spear pierced Martin's chest, the handle snapping in the middle.

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Martin was slightly stunned.

The white light from Lana was not something he could have defended against, but why was her attack so weak?

Martin's figure shook, and his true energy instantly sent Lana flying. Nash rushed forward and caught her before she hit the

ground, the immense force shaking him.

Lana’s face turned pale. "Why didn't my ability protect me?"

Nash thought for a moment. "Your ability is likely in a passive state now, which means it only triggers when someone attacks you

with a fatal blow. When you actively attack someone, this power won't be triggered."

Should she be protected even when she was the one hurting others, then it would simply be against the natural order.

"Nash, you're dead..."

Seeing Nash appear, hatred instantly overwhelmed Martin's rationality. His figure flashed, and he immediately rushed toward Nash.

His terrifying aura surged, stirring up sand high behind him.

Lana stepped in front of Nash, her beautiful eyes narrowing into slits.

Martin's mind was suddenly struck by intense pain. He fell to the ground, blood seeping out from all seven orifices.

It was a psychic attack!

Nash's eyes lit up. He picked up the broken spear on the ground and thrust it fiercely toward Martin's back.

Martin flipped himself over and sent a palm strike toward Nash. Just as he gathered his true energy, another piercing pain

assaulted his brain.

Martin screamed in agony, his hands cradling his head. Nash seized the opportunity to thrust the spearhead into his heart.

Martin circulated his true energy to protect his chest. Despite Nash exerting all his strength, the spearhead only pierced his skin.

Lana's spiritual power was weak. After using it only twice, she was already pale and staggering on her feet. Seeing that Martin was

still alive, she looked around and spotted a large stone nearby. She hurried over, picked up the stone, and returned to Martin's side.

Lifting the stone above her head, she brought it down fiercely toward the back of the spearhead.

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The spearhead did not prate Martin's heart, but warm blood splattered all over Nash's face. Lana's vision darkened before she

lost consciousness and collapsed onto the sandy ground.

Nash turned the spearhead a few times before leaning to the side and gasping for air. The disparity between ordinary people and

martial artists was too vast. Despite having learned various martial arts since childhood, he was still utterly useless before a great-

grandmaster.

There was also a huge gap between a great-grandmaster and someone at the Profound Reality Realm, and that was in terms of

spiritual power. If it were not for Lana having launched those psychic attacks at such a critical moment, it would have been

impossible for them to kill Martin.

Just as Nash caught his breath, he caught a glimpse of an old figure standing in the distance from the corner of his eye.

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