Chapter 12 — A Duel of Legs Decides the Victor
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
combat skill! I'll capture him, and no matter what, force him to hand over the cultivation method for this combat skill!" Shen Mu's little wooden stick continued to rain down madly on Senior Brother Qu. Senior Brother Qu fought desperately to block it, but could never fully stop the stick—in a brief span, he was struck hundreds of times. Senior Brother Qu's head and face grew more and more swollen, his body more and more painful, and panic gradually crept into his heart. The more panicked he became, the more disordered his movements, and the more often the little wooden stick landed on his body. Though it was only a little wooden stick with little power of its own, combined with Shen Mu's own strength and striking relentlessly, the accumulated damage to his body was far from negligible. "He's going to beat me to death!" Senior Brother Qu's blood ran cold.