Chapter 12 — A Clash of Legs Decides the Victor
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The two pairs of legs collided—pink skirt and white legs against beast-hide shorts and thick, coarse thighs. Though Senior Sister Liu's legs were slender and long, their strength was terrifying; her kicks came down like a blade's cut or an axe's chop. Shen Mu's legs were thicker and sturdier, yet they gave an impression of airy lightness, as though they held hardly any strength at all.
Bang, bang, bang—a string of heavy impacts rang out. In the space of a single breath, Senior Sister Liu's legs took heaven knows how many kicks. Shen Mu's legwork was simply too fast, so fast she could not react in time!
The fearsome strength in her legs was utterly useless. Struck by Shen Mu's dazzling flurry of kicks, her power vanished at once, as though it had been "eaten" by his legs.
"This is bad..."
Senior Sister Liu's legs went weak and sore. His legs kicked in an unbroken chain, falling on her waist, her chest, her throat like a rainstorm beating a banana leaf, and then one great bare foot after another slapped and hammered viciously into her face.
Shen Mu's body spun up into the air; he twisted and kicked backward. This kick was unlike his earlier legwork—before, his kicks had carried little force, seeking only speed, but this one held a power that made the heart quail.
Senior Sister Liu's face was kicked flat; her fine, straight nose was all but pressed into the flesh of her cheeks; her jaw was shattered, and her mouth seemed to fill with foreign matter. Head first and feet behind, the girl was sent flying back into the ruins like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
Shen Mu had confirmed one thing: the Lame Old Man's Sky-Skimming Divine Legs were indeed first!
First under heaven—that he would not dare claim, but within the village they were unquestionably first.
That Senior Sister Liu's legwork had looked fierce and domineering, yet it had not touched him in the slightest before he crippled her!
Shen Mu could not use a single scrap of primal qi; he relied only on the strength of his own body. Senior Sister Liu, by contrast, could pour her primal qi into her legs to strengthen her power and attacks and to quicken her legwork—and even so, she was crippled in a single exchange!
He had just kicked Senior Sister Liu away when every hair on his body stood on end and an incomparably intense sense of deadly peril surged up in his heart. He had no time to turn; he hurriedly sprang forward.
Behind him, Senior Brother Chu had crept up stealthily and struck to kill. His blow should have found its mark without fail—only he had not expected Shen Mu to be so alert!
The two raced across the beasts' backs, leaping from the back of one strange beast to the back of another. Senior Brother Chu's steps were exceedingly swift, and he attacked Shen Mu's heart from behind with mad ferocity, while Shen Mu strove forward at full speed, his hands flying, blocking Senior Brother Chu's assaults.
The Thunder-Cry Eight Precepts—the Myriad-Arm Vajra!
Senior Brother Chu could not help but be appalled. With his back to him, Shen Mu could still block every one of his attacks, as though he had grown countless arms. Such a technique he had never even heard of!
Though Shen Mu's Myriad-Arm Vajra could not, like Old Master Huo's, make every lift of a hand and shift of a foot roll with thunder and rumble with lightning, it was swift as wind and quick as lightning. Though his back was to Senior Brother Chu, though he raced across the backs of beasts, he met force with force, displaying all his fierce dominance, and did not let Senior Brother Chu gain the slightest advantage.
Zheng—
Suddenly a sword rang out. Shen Mu's scalp went numb; blood appeared on his arm at once, cut by a keen blade.
Shen Mu tumbled off the beast's back and raced along beneath the belly of a giant beast. Senior Brother Chu followed him down, his hands empty, yet a silver sword whirled and darted around him, up and down.