Chapter Twenty Pain

  At this time, the tyrannical true energy in Fan Xian's body had already reacted on its own and spread a layer densely on his back, but that wooden stick came too quickly and actually "stuck" all the force into it before the true energy could react!

  The reason for using the word "Zha" is that the owner of this wooden stick strikes out like a straight line, all his strength concentrated on the tip of the stick.

  Fan Xian let out a severely suppressed cry of pain. Although the young man's body had true energy as its shield, it was still excruciating, and his entire body curled up in agony.

  One moment he was curled up on the ground in pain, and the next his small hands pushed against the stone under his feet, using the momentum from just now to roll himself up, and with a vicious kick, he kicked back!

  Anyone who sees a handsome young man kick out such a sinister foot would feel fear. But the response to him is just a simple "slap!"

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  Fan Xian knelt on the ground, his hands rubbing his ankles non-stop, sucking in cold air, his eyebrows twisted in pain.

  He knew that begging for mercy would be useless, as experience had proven over the years. So he just stared at the blind man standing three meters away, thinking to himself - according to their agreement, as long as he hit his opponent once, even if it was just a corner of their clothes, he would win and then have a month's vacation.

  But being flattened for several years, Fan Xian had never had the possibility of touching his opponent's body. On the one hand, Wu Zhu's movements were always very ghostly, silent and fast, especially frightening was that his actions had no warning signs at all, and it was completely impossible to make a judgment in advance through subtle movements such as the slight tilt of the shoulder or the angle of the residual light.

  The second aspect is the unremarkable wooden stick in Wu Zhu's hand - every time Fan Xian tries everything to exhaust his true energy and get close to Wu Zhu's body, the stick will fiercely strike his wrist, ankle, or even fingers like a claw from a ghost in the underworld.

  No fragments, only pain, unbearable pain.

  What made Fan Xian most puzzled was that no matter how he concealed his voice, in the midst of the thunderous sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, Wu Zhu, who was blindfolded with a black cloth, could still clearly locate his position, and the wooden stick in his hand had never missed its mark.

  "Oh no, oh no, oh no......" Another hammer hit his wrist, Fan Xian screamed in pain and sang in a Peking Opera tone, drawing out the sound, and retreated far away from that ruthless blind man.

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  A small yellow flower with no name was trembling and shrinking on the cliff.

  Fan Xian lay weakly on the edge of the cliff, at this time the sea below had returned to calmness, under the sunlight a golden light was slowly flowing, and the reefs that had been washed by the waves finally had some alone time, began to dry slowly, some shellfish also climbed up, like small black dots.

  He touched the painful spot on his body and sensed the condition inside. He found that the violently circulating true energy, because one part was absorbed into the Snow Mountain behind his waist, and the other part was consumed due to constant resistance to the stick strikes at any moment, so the true energy condition in his body was in a very calm state... just like the peaceful sea in front of him.

  He knew that resting in this situation would be of no benefit to his cultivation, so he resisted the severe pain all over his body and got up with great difficulty. He sat cross-legged and began to operate the Fa Gate of the Overbearing Dao Volume. His eyes glanced at Wu Zhu, who was standing coldly on the edge of the cliff.

  The black cloth covering Wuzhu's eyes was blown by the sea breeze, making a rustling sound.

  "It's really cool, not pretending to be cool." Fan Xian quietly commented in his heart and softly asked: "Uncle, be careful not to fall off."

  Wu Zhu was such a formidable figure that he wouldn't die an innocent death from falling off a cliff, Fan Xian was just talking nonsense.

  "Don't be distracted."

  Wu Zhu dropped such a cold and icy sentence, and then ignored him.

  Fan Xian sighed in his heart, began to calm down and enter a meditative state. He didn't know how long it took, but he woke up in the sea breeze, only to find that the sun in the sky had moved to a different position, while Wu Zhu, who was not far away, still maintained that stable posture, like an eternal flag that would never be cut off by the wind.

  He stood up and found that his body had fully recovered, with his true energy more abundant than before, and the impact on his meridians also weakened a lot. Although there was still some soreness in his muscles and ankles, after returning to his residence and rubbing himself with the medicinal wine he had prepared, it naturally didn't matter.

  In the faintly salty sea breeze, he walked to the edge of the cliff and stood side by side with Wu Zhu, only a head shorter than Wu Zhu. He picked up a stone and threw it into the sea with all his might. At this time, the true energy in his body was majestic, causing his current strength to be much greater than that of an ordinary person. The stone flew far away and fell into the sea, splashing only a tiny water flower that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

  He was somewhat satisfied with his own strength, thinking that even those martial arts masters might not have such powerful arms as himself. Looking at the vast blue waves in front of him and the free birds flying in the sky, his internal energy was stirred by the external environment, and his spirit involuntarily shook. He spread his arms wide and let out a loud roar towards the sea.

  This roar was a vent for his depression, a vent for his nostalgia for the original world, a vent for his love for this world, and also a vent for the sense of confinement that had been brought about by not having the courage to leave Dancheng.

  "Kyoto, Laozi will come one day!"

  Wu Zhu seemed as if he hadn't heard his loud roar and remained standing quietly.

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  "What's going on?"

  Fan Xian was taken aback for a moment before realizing that the frugal Wu Zhi had finally spoken up and asked him, couldn't help but smile and replied: "Of course, to take a look at what this world is like."

  "The outside world is very dangerous." Wu Zhu still didn't turn around and said coldly.

  Fan Xian shrugged his thin shoulders, looking a bit comical: "With Fifth Uncle protecting me, what's there to fear?"

  "After I came out with Miss He, I forgot some things." Wu Zhu's normally calm tone suddenly paused, "So in this world, there are many people who can hurt me, and naturally they can also hurt you.

  "Uncle is humble." Fan Xian smiled sweetly, thinking that in this still unfamiliar world, he only had you as a strong bodyguard, if you wanted to be a absentee boss, what would happen.

  "If I were in Kyoto, I'd be a bother to you."

  Fan Xian raised his head and looked at the blind man Wu Zhu, whose face seemed to be forever expressionless. After a moment's thought, he felt somewhat embarrassed as he replied: "I will protect you."

  Wu Zhu heard this sentence and finally turned around, very seriously "staring" at Fan Xian's eyes, saying: "This sentence... Miss also said."

  Fan Xian smiled, it seemed his shamelessness was indeed inherited from his mother.