Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2359 - 1781: Request to See the Clan Leader_3
Previously on Inheritance of Two Trillion...
While Bai Xiaosheng warmed up, the young leader, fresh from flexing his powerful muscles, drew his spear, stepped back two meters, scratched a line into the dirt, jammed the spear in place, and strode back to his starting spot.
He bellowed at Bai Xiaosheng, "Spot that line? Force me past it, and you win! Attack whenever you like!"
This move screamed mockery.
Words barely left the young warrior's mouth when a sly, mocking grin tugged at his lips.
Right then, the Huaxia man he'd just ridiculed crouched low like a bow-released arrow and charged forward.
His speed was blinding, leaving no chance for response!
Only when a fist slammed into his gut, pain surging through nerves to his brain, did the young warrior grasp the truth.
This Huaxia fighter was no weakling!
Then came Bai Xiaosheng's assault, a savage tempest of blows that never let up.
Boxing? Sanda?
What fighting technique was this?!
The young warrior could merely shield his head desperately, watching Bai Xiaosheng blur like a ghost, punches and kicks crashing in endless surges.
Most horrifying and unbelievable was the devastating burst of power in that Huaxia man's close-range strikes—utterly ferocious.
The mild little rabbit morphed into a mountain-descending tiger, a sea-diving flood dragon, impossible to halt!
Kurik onlookers and those in the vehicle gaped in shock, as if witnessing a real kung fu flick.
Step by step, the young warrior yielded ground under the barrage of fists and feet.
At last, a brutal kick to his belly from Bai Xiaosheng hurled him three paces back.
Post-kick, Bai Xiaosheng halted, seemingly drained, panting heavily while wiping sweat.
The leader, battered by endless hits, ached everywhere and boiled with fury. Spotting the lull, he drew a deep breath, flexed his arms, and crushed the agony.
"Roar!" the young leader thundered. "Finished your turn? Mine now!"
Fist cocked, he lunged at Bai Xiaosheng, but after two strides, Bai Xiaosheng signaled him to halt.
"Check your feet!" Bai Xiaosheng roared.
Startled by the yell, the young warrior glanced down—the line sat right at his toe tips.
The exact line he'd etched before!
Had he crossed it?
Stunned, the young warrior stared at the chaotic boot prints crowding the line.
Driven back inch by inch!
In their language, Bai Xiaosheng jabbed a finger at him and declared loudly, addressing him and all nearby Kurik folk, "Your own rule; honor the defeat without staining your warrior honor!"
All Kurik warriors fell utterly quiet.
Gazing at the line underfoot, the young warrior seethed with rage and shame—this mess was his own creation, no one else's fault.
Finally, he exhaled heavily, stood tall amid the crowd's watchful eyes, and told Bai Xiaosheng, "I admit defeat—you won!"
Bai Xiaosheng awaited those words, flashing a thumbs-up and proclaiming, "True warriors own their duty; you didn't lose unfairly—I triumphed by your rules. Thanks for upholding your word!"
Bai Xiaosheng offered him an honorable exit.
Relief washed over the young warrior's face at those words; he nodded firmly.
Nearby Kurik people sighed in evident ease.
Bai Xiaosheng smirked inside; his limbs throbbed with soreness, muscles twitching in cramps.
That Kurik warrior's frame was rock-hard, each clash jarring him painfully. Without the line rule, he'd be done for.
Outwardly, Bai Xiaosheng stayed poised and serene, radiating masterly poise.
The young warrior donned his cloak, retrieved his spear, and approached Bai Xiaosheng.
"Follow me to meet our Clan Leader now," he stated. "Call me Nick."
Bai Xiaosheng smiled and nodded at Nick. "Lead on."
Nick pivoted, took a couple steps, then froze and whirled back, startling Bai Xiaosheng.
"That technique—what was it?" Nick blurted.
"Huaxia kung fu!" Bai Xiaosheng grinned. "Want lessons? I can teach you."