Chapter 12 — A Clash of Legs Decides the Victor
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
And that prodigy was none other than the man the Kingdom of Jingping today calls the first under the gods—the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping!
To this day, those who cultivate combat skills are few and far between, and the highest divine powers of the combat-skill lineage have one after another been lost, with no inheritors. What has come down are all low-grade combat skills.
Yet truly high-grade combat skills are still exceedingly formidable, and Senior Brother Chu was firmly convinced that what this little spawn of evil before him displayed was a true high-grade combat skill!
"I must get this combat skill into my hands! I will capture him, and by whatever means force him to hand over the cultivation method for this combat skill!"
Shen Mu's little wooden stick was still madly beating Senior Brother Chu. Senior Brother Chu fought desperately to block it, but could never fully fend off the little stick, and in a short time was struck several hundred times.
Senior Brother Chu's head and face swelled more and more, his body ached more and more, and panic gradually rose in his heart. The more panicked he grew, the more his form fell into disorder, and the more times the little stick landed on his body.
Though it was only a little wooden stick with little might, joined to Shen Mu's own strength and striking without cease, the accumulation of small blows wrought no small damage to his body.
"He means to beat me to death!" Senior Brother Chu shuddered with dread.