393 One Move Lef (1/2)
”Impossible… How could he defeat Wu in ten moves?”
”Wu Jiechao might be unable to secure an advantage, but he isn't really losing either…”
”I'll pay thirty million to learn Chen Xiaobei's rod skill if he really defeats Wu Jiechao in ten moves!”
...…..
None of them believed Luo Puti, but Wu Jiechao himself knew better –she was indeed telling the truth.
They may look evenly matched in appearance, but Chen Xiaobei had been forcing his every move. The brat might not need ten moves to beat him, and there was but one explanation for this: Chen Xiaobei's skill at the rod was better than his.
*Whoosh*
Realizing his impending defeat, Wu Jiechao shifted his rhythm and aimed his leg at Chen Xiaobei's crotch.
”Huh? You dare use that move on me?” Chen Xiaobei raised his eyebrow and stared at Wu Jiechao with a smug face. It should be noted that Bro Bei was the master of Nutbusters, anyone else who used it against him was stepping into a trap.
*Thud!*
Chen Xiaobei was one with the Nutbuster. He could use it against any opponent from any angle and defend against any aimed at his own crotch.
*Thud!*
*Thud!*
*Thud!*
Chen Xiaobei stopped the cheap move, but Wu Jiechao did not give up and started to fight with every limb. However, even that failed to gain him any advantage.
To sum things up, his rod skill was weaker than Chen Xiaobei's, and now the brat also proved formidable with his legs. With starred skills such as Nutbuster and God Strength King Kong Kick at the younger man's disposal, there was little question as to why Wu Jiechao was still losing.
”My word! Look at the way his legs move!”
”Beautiful! I think his feet are even more flexible than the hands of any ordinary person!”
”I'll pay fifty million to learn that footwork if Chen Xiaobei agrees to it!”
”Luo Puti was right! The outcome of this fight will be decided in ten moves!”
”Eight… Seven… Six… Five…”
The spectators started counting down as they watched the fight keenly. They also stopped belittling Chen Xiaobei as admiration and respect replaced their mocking expressions.
A youth like him, with his tenacious health and formidable skill would eventually become a bearer of hope, and a super-elite whose every move would echo across Jianghu.
Naturally, everyone in the room fawned over him.
”Motherfucker! There's no way I would lose!” Wu Jiechao was now both furious and embarrassed as he realized that there was no way he could win. ”I'm the heir of the Qing Wu Faction! I'll never suffer the ignominy of losing to a fruit farmer like you!” He screamed hysterically.
*Swoosh*
Unable to care about anything anymore, Wu Jiechao summoned his True Qi and poured a stream of the green power into his rod, increasing its damage potential tremendously. He then swung it at Chen Xiaobei's chest without any hesitation!
”Oh, no!” Luo Puti exclaimed in shock and began to screamed madly.
”Wu Jiechao! You despicable brute! How dare you break your own promise of no True Qi usage in this battle?”