Raising his own slly foot, he said coldly, "I don’t believe it won’t make him nauseous. Once he feels nauseous, the jade shard stuck in his stomach will be expelled by vomiting!"
Pinching their noses, feeling the terrifying pressure coming from the barefoot, Rosen and his team had great confidence in the Barefoot Immortal.
So, they took the Barefoot Immortal to find Jia Baoyu, who had smashed their caravan.
As they walked along, they saw only the corpses of the caravan, each beaten black and blue.
Seeing his hired caravan beaten to such a state, Rosen was utterly furious, especially since they were all from the Demon Race.
Then he saw Jia Baoyu, lifting a Demon Race mber by the collar and pounding his face with punch after punch.
The Demon Race mber, beaten black and blue, shouted, "Stop hitting !"
Jia Baoyu continued his assault while questioning, "Do you dare to grind ores again?"
Rosen suddenly appeared, and Jia Baoyu released the Demon Race mber, pointing at Rosen with his middle finger, saying, "Looks like the main event has arrived?"
Having said that, he did a set of warm-up exercises from the national radio program and then beckoned to Rosen, saying, "Bring it on!"
Rosen ordered his n to bring over ten thousand fine horses: "Let the horses charge!"
In an instant, the stampede rushed at Jia Baoyu, knocking him back.
Jia Baoyu was suddenly questioning his life choices; he didn’t expect Rosen to take such a literal interpretation of his words.
However, during the collision, his body also shimred with golden light. His protective artifact continued to work in his abdon, achieving an Absolute Defense effect.
So it seed Jia Baoyu was constantly hit, but in reality, he wasn’t hurt at all.
After the stampede, Jia Baoyu stood upright in front of Rosen, wagging his finger and saying, "Is that all you’ve got?"
Rosen suddenly assud a stance, startling Jia Baoyu into a defensive posture.
But Rosen then relaxed, smiled, and said, "Don’t be nervous, relax. I ca to you today not to bla you for beating my employees. In fact, I should thank you because I’ve been wanting to beat them for a long ti but never found a reason."
Jia Baoyu was dumbfounded, asking, "Why do you say that?"
"Because they are all from the Demon Race, and we are both human," Rosen said.
Upon hearing this, Jia Baoyu instantly understood: "Could it be that you are also one of those remarkable individuals here to crusade against the Demon Race in the Abyss?"
"You could say that. However, I have my own reasons for seeking you out."
"Please tell ?"
At this mont, Jia Baoyu had already dropped his guard against Rosen.
"I heard you accidentally swallowed a jade shard into your stomach?"
Upon hearing this question from Rosen, Jia Baoyu’s face turned sour, and he said, "I always like to keep my protective jade in my mouth while bathing. Nothing ever happened until one ti sothing went wrong. I was watching a funny movie while bathing, and I accidentally laughed it into my stomach. Now it’s stuck and can’t be removed. I originally thought of having surgery to remove it, but the protective jade deflects the scalpel. Hundreds of scalpels have been worn out. Even when advanced laser scalpels were used, the laser bounced back and sliced the equipnt. Isn’t that infuriating?"
Jia Baoyu’s long string of grievances evoked so sympathy from Rosen, who said, "So this ti I’m here to help you. I have a way to make you expel the jade shard from your stomach."
"What? I’ve tried inducing vomiting before, going to the restroom frequently to sniff and test different thods, but I got no reaction. Even tasting it didn’t help, truly leaving with no solution."
Rosen listened with a strange expression as Jia Baoyu spoke, his initial confidence now slightly shaken.
Good heavens, even the response test couldn’t make Jia Baoyu vomit. Was the Barefoot Immortal’s foot odor really effective?
This really was hard to say.
After all, the Barefoot Immortal’s foot odor was a skill and couldn’t be simply regarded as a re stench.
"Now’s the ti, Barefoot, unleash your foot odor fury!"
While speaking amiably with Jia Baoyu, Rosen ordered the Barefoot Immortal, who was hiding in the shadows.
The Barefoot Immortal suddenly sprang from the darkness, his bare feet flying forward in a kick.
It landed directly on Jia Baoyu’s face.
Bang!
The foot odor exploded instantly.
"What just happened?" Jia Baoyu looked incredulously at the black footprint on his face.
Don’t ask how he saw his own face, just know that he saw it in the reflection of the wide-open eyes on the Barefoot Immortal’s retinas.
At this mont, both Jia Baoyu and the Barefoot Immortal stared wide-eyed at each other, the Immortal surprised by the ineffectiveness of his attack, while Jia Baoyu was surprised that the Immortal would sneak attack him. Surprised, what a joke.
He caught the Barefoot Immortal’s ankle single-handedly, using a technique to pull the Immortal’s upper body close, then followed with a "Wild Horse’s Mane," flinging the Barefoot Immortal away.
Rosen and the others looked on with wide eyes, speechless as the old man was sent flying.
"Enemy attack!"
Only then did Jia Baoyu realize he was ambushed. He silently acknowledged how grateful he was to have maxed his agility stats; otherwise, he couldn’t have reacted in ti.
As he prepared to rush forward and deliver a series of blows to the airborne Barefoot Immortal, Rosen and Miao Renfeng grabbed Jia Baoyu’s legs from either side, pulling him down and preventing him from executing his move.
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