Zhao Tiezhu had great strength, so how could a normal kid withstand his grab?
Yi Yun stayed motionless and with a firm stance stretched both his arms to grab Zhao Tiezhu. It was the same move as Zhao Tiezhu!
Yi Yun’s hands were totally out of proportion compared to Zhao Tiezhu’s large hands.
Seeing the idiot Yi Yun to dare stretch his hands out, Zhao Tiezhu grinned and grabbed towards Yi Yun’s hands. He had changed his mind. He wanted to crush Yi Yun’s hands!
The four limbs clashed and a snapping “Kacha!” rang!
Zhao Tiezhu’s face froze!
His lips twitched as he looked unbelievably at Yi Yun’s hands and his. His two large hands within Yi Yun’s small hands had been mangled. Fresh blood trickled down without pause. Besides his thumb, all his other eight fingers were twisted in weird angles and completely broken.
His hands had been brutally crushed by Yi Yun!
Ah!
A loud heart-wrenching scream came out of Zhao Tiezhu’s mouth!
Yi Yun looked coldly at Zhao Tiezhu, “Who did you say was the slave? In this world, the weak are enslaved as slaves, the strong are are regarded as lords. Whoever was stronger could dominate everything. I’ll tell you who the slave is today.”
Saying that, Yi Yun took a step forward and a simple knee struck Zhao Tiezhu in the chest.
“Peng”
With a thud, Zhao Tiezhu’s burly body flew up like a torn sack with Yi Yun’s knee strike. His sternum bent inwards, with an unknown number of broken ribs.
He fell heavily to the ground, with blood seeping out from his mouth. His body was twitching like a dog with a broken spine.
This sudden scene shocked everyone present.
Their expressions had been from seconds past, completely frozen.
What…was this?
Yi Yun had crushed Zhao Tiezhu’s hands and sent him flying with a knee!
Yi Yun’s small and thin body and Zhao Tiezhu’s burly body were in sharp contrast, giving an extremely strong visual impact!
Was this a dream?
Lian Chengyu who had been sitting in his animal skin chair all along suddenly stood up and stared at Yi Yun with a pair of shining eyes.
Yi Yun, a herb picking slave who did not normally have food to eat was like a beggar. Such a person would be no cause for concern in the Lian tribal clan.
But, he was able to maim Zhao Tiezhu in a brief moment!
Where did his martial arts come from?
Could it be that after practicing martial arts with Zhang Yuxian, and in a month’s time, learned martial arts, allowing him to beat Zhao Tiezhu?
How could this be possible!?
Lian Chengyu clenched his fists so tightly his nails pierced his palms.
The audience were silent. For a long moment, no one uttered a sound, as they had yet to come round.
Even Zhou Xiaoke who had been worried for Yi Yun stared with her two large dark eyes. She was totally stunned, is this real? That devilish-looking, tower-like Zhao Tiezhu had been defeated by Brother Yi Yun!
Yi Yun returned to his normal stance and casually straightened the tattered clothes he wore.
This was Yi Yun’s first act of violence.
Previously, Yi Yun’s punches would land on boulders. They were extremely hard, causing pain to his fists. But today, it landed on a human’s body, all he felt was a hardness after softness. Having maimed a person directly,Yi Yun did not find it unacceptable. He had already grown accustomed to the new survival rules of this world ever since he tunnelled into this wild world.
He knew clearly that if he were a compassionate person or a monk who did not have blood-stained hands, he would be taken advantage off.
Yi Yun gently moved his ten fingers before turning his head towards Lian Cuihua.
“You previously said that you would break my legs and hang me up? And to dig out my eyes?” Saying this, Yi Yun slowly walked towards Lian Cuihua.