Hearing this, Xue Jing slightly turned his head, glancing back with the corner of his eye.
He just saw a distinctly jointed large hand reaching towards Miao Miao, who was perched on his shoulder.
"Swoosh——"
Xue Jing made no move, but Miao Miao made a light clicking sound with her front paw, extending her silver-white Serpent Slayer Spearhead claws and flashing by in a blur.
"Ah!"
The newcor cried out in pain as deep gashes instantly appeared on the back of their hand. Overwheld by the pain, they involuntarily withdrew their hand.
Miao Miao shook her paws, flicking off so blood that had sared on the Serpent Slayer Spearhead, then turned around to look at this very rude person.
It was a young man with short white hair and an average build. His face could be considered handso, but his nose was overly prominent, subtly showing traces of costic surgery.
At this mont, he was holding his hand, which was continuously bleeding, crouching halfway on the ground, as if grimacing in pain.
"Xiao Chao! Are you alright? Quickly channel your energy to stop the bleeding, I've taught you this!"
"Be careful, who knows what kind of bacteria or virus... Let's go to the hospital first!"
A dozen of his companions were standing not far behind him, among them a young man and woman who imdiately ca over to support him, expressing their concern.
Miao Miao looked down on this group from her higher position, snorted lightly, turned around, and ignored them.
Xue Jing also paid no mind to this little episode, as Miao Miao had already given a lesson. Such a trivial matter was not even worth his concern; he didn't even bother to look back at the group but instead walked towards Ning Yuantai who had just stepped out of the driver's seat up ahead.
However, although he was not looking for trouble, trouble did not intend to let him off.
A tall, bulky man with curly hair quickly approached Xue Jing, speaking in a flat tone:
"My friend, don't you think you should apologize?"
As he spoke, he reached out to press on Xue Jing's shoulder, intending to stop him from moving forward.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Xue Jing paused.
He raised his left hand and grabbed the curly-haired man's wrist that was reaching towards him.
This grabbing motion was not fast; the curly-haired man originally intended to dodge, but for so reason, even though Xue Jing had his back to him, it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. His hand moved like a shadow following the form; despite the man's three or four dodging movents, he could not break free and was eventually caught by Xue Jing.
"Huh?" The curly-haired man was startled, then realized sothing was amiss.
The man in front of him seed plain and unremarkable, as common as a roadside stone, and yet seed to be a martial artist?
How could this be? Any martial artist with minor accomplishnts usually carried a certain aura that ordinary people lacked.
Especially young ones, proud of their skills, would hardly want to hide their abilities from the world, naturally altering their aura in a way that couldn't be suppressed even if they wanted.
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But this man...
"You, what did you just say?"
As he held the man's wrist, Xue Jing slowly turned around and looked at the curly-haired man, curiously asking.
"I didn't quite catch it clearly, could you say it again?"
The curly-haired man's lips moved to speak, but suddenly a squeeze from his wrist ca.
It then beca tighter and tighter, his skin started to numb and then turned into pain, growing more intense by the mont.
His face changed color as he circulated his energy, attempting to pull his wrist free.
But the grip on his wrist was like that of a chanical claw made from steel alloy, unmovable no matter how much force he applied. It felt unbreakable, not even trembling a milliter.
"How is this possible!?"
The curly-haired man's eyes widened.
The grip on his hand steadily increased in strength, his wrist began to congest and turned purple, the bones emitting a creaking noise of strain as if in agony.
"Snap——"
The skin on his wrist burst open, blood oozed out, and overwheld by pain, the curly-haired man grimaced fiercely, raising his right hand, and abruptly swung a punch toward Xue Jing's head.
Xue Jing slightly shook his head, rotating the hand gripping the other's wrist slightly, and a surge of extre energy flowed along the wrist into the man's body, locking all the critical muscle points of his body preventing him from exerting any force.
The punch stopped abruptly, hovering just twenty centiters in front of Xue Jing, frozen in place.
At this mont, the group finally noticed sothing wrong and saw their companion suddenly lash out then stop abruptly; they imdiately quickened their step towards them.
"Brother Xiong, what happened?"
"Brother Xiong, why are you bleeding... geez, that's a severe injury!"
"Kid, let go!"
"Release Brother Xiong!"
The dozen people were shocked, clamoring in alarm.
Xue Jing continued to apply pressure, ignoring the noise around him, as the curly-haired man's wrist bones made cracking sounds.
"Why aren't you speaking now, don't you want to talk?" Xue Jing asked as if curious.
The curly-haired man's face twisted in pain, opened his mouth, but was unable to utter a word.
Unable to exert force in his muscles, including those in his mouth, he couldn't even shout, inwardly lanting his misfortune.
'Damn, I've encountered a tough one, and Junior Brother Song isn't here...'
The sounds of bones cracking intensified, and under the grip of Xue Jing, the curly-haired man's wrist quickly beca as thick as a sugarcane stick, with bone splinters piercing through the skin, bursting into a 'Bone Flower'.
"Aaaaaaaah!!"
The curly-haired man scread in agony, kneeling down as his right hand tremblingly supported his shattered left hand, his expression distorted in pain.
"Oh? I thought I had heard wrong earlier, so you're not mute after all."
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