Chapter 6744
This is an encounter with a true god
With a "snap," the bald man's entire right arm fell down without warning, the muscles instantly relaxing and hanging limply on his body like a tattered rag casually draped over it, lifeless.
He stared in horror, trying to raise his right arm, but found he couldn't muster any strength at all.
When the second bamboo skewer pierced the Qihai acupoint, Leopard's body jolted violently, as if struck by an invisible electric current.
He suddenly arched his back like a boiled shrimp, his stomach churning and acid reflux rushing to his throat.
With a "whoosh," he vomited on the ground. The vomit contained undigested food and drink, as well as blood, and emitted a pungent, sour smell.
His face turned deathly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear and pain.
When the third and fourth bamboo skewers pierced the acupoints on his elbow and knee respectively, Brother Leopard trembled all over in pain, his body shaking uncontrollably, and his teeth chattering incessantly, making a "clucking" sound. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet alley, as if it were a wail from hell.
He tried to struggle, but his body was as if nailed to the ground, unable to move.
When the fifth bamboo skewer was suspended in front of his Tanzhong acupoint, Leopard felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his head.
His black tank top was soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his flesh and outlining the twisted contours of his ribs; he looked utterly disheveled.
"Ten seconds,"
Xiao Chen slowly took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and then brought the cigarette butt close to Leopard Brother's bald head.
The cigarette ash fell on Leopard Brother's bald head, burning him so badly that he convulsed violently, his body jerking up as if electrocuted, but Xiao Chen held him down firmly.
"If you can last ten seconds, I'll let you go."
His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were pronouncing Brother Leopard's fate.
"hehe……"
Leopard wanted to laugh, but his lips twitched uncontrollably, squeezing out some white foam.
He was about to yell, "Don't say ten seconds, even a minute!" when suddenly, a sharp pain exploded from his acupoint. The pain felt like thousands of red fire ants crawling into his blood vessels and tearing at him. Every nerve was screaming, as if sending him a desperate cry for help.
The pain was a thousand times worse than losing a hand or foot; it felt like someone was cutting back and forth between his internal organs with a blunt knife, twisting his intestines into a pretzel.
His body was curled up in a ball, his hands tightly wrapped around his head, and a low whimper came from his throat.
"One, two..."
Xiao Chen counted slowly and deliberately, his voice low and deliberate, like a death knell from the depths of hell, striking Brother Leopard's heart again and again.
Leopard's eyeballs bulged out, blood vessels like spider webs covering the whites of his eyes, his eyes filled with fear and despair, as if he saw death approaching him step by step.
He wanted to beg for mercy, to shout loudly for Xiao Chen to let him go, but he found that his tongue was stiff as a stone and he couldn't move it at all.
It felt like something was blocking my throat, and I could only make a weak "woo-woo" sound.
By the third second, his knees buckled, unable to support his weight any longer, and he slowly slid down the table.
His hand, pinned to the table, was throbbing painfully from his movements. The two bamboo chopsticks felt like red-hot nails, twisting inside his flesh, each twist bringing a piercing pain. Blood gushed down the chopsticks onto his trousers, staining his dark blue jeans a deep purple and emitting a pungent, bloody smell.
“Please… please…”
Just five seconds later, Leopard Brother's hoarse, off-key voice rang out, like the sound of a flattened soda can, full of pain and pleading.
"Please let me go... I was wrong... I'll never do it again..."
He was used to running rampant in the night market his whole life. He would kick up stalls if he didn't like them, and he wouldn't even blink when breaking people's bones. He thought he was the overlord of the night market and no one dared to mess with him.
But he never expected that he would be defeated by Xiao Chen today and experience this feeling of being worse than dead.
The bamboo skewers stuck into his acupoints felt like red-hot wires, churning inside his flesh. Each heartbeat was accompanied by a sharp pain, as if his internal organs were being torn apart.
Xiao Chen stared blankly at him as he convulsed on the ground, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dying cockroach, without the slightest pity or sympathy.
By the sixth second, Leopard was in so much pain that he was about to faint. White foam kept coming out of his mouth, his body was curled up like a shrimp, and his nailed hand was still on the table, a bloody mess, a gruesome sight.
The proprietress and her son were so frightened by the sight before them that their faces turned pale, and they knelt down on the ground with a thud.
The proprietress covered her eyes tightly with both hands, not daring to look at the bloody scene, but light peeked through her fingers, and she couldn't help but steal a glance.
With a flick of his finger, Xiao Chen unleashed an invisible stream of air that shot towards Leopard Brother like an arrow.
The five bamboo skewers nailed to his body suddenly seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, flying backward and hitting the greasy wall opposite with a few "plop plop plop" sounds.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the bamboo skewers were still trembling slightly, like five soul-summoning banners stuck on a tombstone, as if announcing the end of Brother Leopard.
Tiny beads of blood were slowly seeping out around the bamboo skewers on the wall, like dark red spring water gushing from the ground, flowing down the mottled wall and leaving shocking trails under the dim light.
The thugs all knelt down with a thud, the sound of their knees hitting the ground echoing one after another, like a flock of frightened lambs emitting desperate cries.
The blond thug's crotch was soaked, urine flowing down his trouser leg onto the ground, mixing with the blood on the ground. The stench of urine mixed with the smell of blood filled the air, a pungent odor that made people want to vomit.
They finally realized that this was not the kind of street brawl they usually participated in, but a real fight against a trained fighter.
The ability to make people wish they were dead with a mere gesture is something these petty thugs can't afford to mess with.
Xiao Chen's skill in sending bamboo skewers flying from a distance was exactly like the unparalleled martial arts skills described in martial arts novels!
In their limited understanding, this only happened in fantasy stories, but now it was happening right before their eyes, making them feel as if they were in a nightmare.
Before the thugs could recover from their shock, Xiao Chen's voice boomed like thunder in their ears: "Drag him away and get out of here! Don't ever show your face in this area again!"
The voice was loud and majestic, carrying an unquestionable domineering aura, as if it were a judgment from heaven.
As soon as he finished speaking, the legs of the thugs trembled as if they were being shaken.
They scrambled to Leopard's side, who was sprawled on the ground, each step trembling with fear, as if they were walking on a bottomless abyss. (End of Chapter)