Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty-Chapter 106 - 88: Make Do with What’s Available, Beat Achilles_2

When Achilles saw that a formidable Level 17 cultivator like Zhao Rong didn’t have any Martial Techniques, his confidence surged. Last time I killed Zheng Monalisa, he at least had a low-level Earth-rank Martial Technique, he thought. But you, Zhao Rong, you don’t even have a worthless scrap of a Martial Technique. What a joke! It seems I can kill you as easily as turning over my hand. With that, Achilles quickened his pace and intensified his palm strikes, attacking Zhao Rong relentlessly. Zhao Rong fought as he retreated, and soon he was backed to the very edge of the competition stage, seemingly out of options.

At this moment, the students below the stage and the nearby vegetable vendors all gasped in amazement as they watched the fight. They saw Zhao Rong, the top disciple of the True Martial Sect, being relentlessly pushed back by Achilles, the top disciple of the Wild Wolf Sect.

A True Martial Sect disciple, who was munching on a fried dough stick and sipping cola between burps, wasn’t optimistic. "It’s over," he said. "Our True Martial Sect finally produced a top expert, and now he’s about to be killed by the top expert from the Wild Wolf Sect."

Another disciple from the True Martial Sect, who had skimped on breakfast to save money for video game credits, chimed in, "Achilles has already severely injured three of our sect’s experts. It looks like Zhao Rong won’t be able to escape his fate."

A vegetable vendor, known for riding a bicycle and cheating customers with short weights, watched the fight and made his judgment. "That one in the shorts and t-shirt has outstanding striking techniques, even though he’s shivering like a dog in the cold. But the other one in the big padded jacket, while nice and warm, clearly doesn’t know any Martial Arts at all. The fellow in the padded jacket is definitely going to lose."

A vendor selling porridge sweetened with saccharin instead of sugar shouted directly at the stage, "Hey, you! The kid who doesn’t know any Martial Arts and hasn’t cultivated! You should just kneel and beg for mercy. Otherwise, that guy in the short sleeves is definitely going to beat you to death."

Just as everyone had written him off, Zhao Rong found himself with no more room to retreat. Facing Achilles’s White Crane Spreads Its Wings Palm, Zhao Rong appeared to be without a counter. Suddenly, however, he spotted a large pile of canvas next to a breakfast vendor nearby. In the nick of time, Zhao Rong used his Special Abilities. Moving with lightning speed, he snatched the canvas and flung it toward Achilles.

At that very moment, Achilles felt victory was within his grasp. He was about to send Zhao Rong flying with a single palm strike when, out of nowhere, a large canvas descended from the sky and completely enveloped him. Tangled in the thick, wide fabric, Achilles struggled to get free. While tearing at the canvas, he cursed, "Which blind breakfast vendor dared to throw this over me? I think you don’t want to live anymore, do you?"

Because Zhao Rong had moved so fast, neither Achilles nor the crowd had seen him throw the canvas.

Just as Achilles was about to break free, Zhao Rong looked at his disheveled opponent and roared, "Flying Legs!" In a flash, he lashed out with a kick that sent Achilles flying five meters away.

After sending Achilles airborne, Zhao Rong plucked a hair from his leg and declared, "Although my legs are a bit hairy, a good man should be hairy. The more hair, the more strength." After speaking, he thought to himself, Achilles really is the Wild Wolf Sect’s top expert. I had to use so much force just to kick him five meters? 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Achilles scrambled up from the ground, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "That didn’t count!" he said defiantly. "It was a total accident. Let’s go again!" With a roar, he shouted, "Low-level Mysterious-rank Martial Technique—Liu Style Slashing Hang!" He then lifted his left leg and brought it down on Zhao Rong in a vicious axe kick.

Faced with the Liu Style Slashing Hang, Zhao Rong drew a sharp breath. Holy crap, you’re something else! You actually cultivated Sanda King Liu Hailong’s signature move, the Liu Style Slashing Hang, into a low-level Mysterious-rank Martial Technique.

Facing Achilles’s low-level Mysterious-rank Martial Technique, Zhao Rong still had no counter and could only continue to retreat. Seeing this, Achilles thought gleefully, You got lucky just now, Zhao Rong. A canvas fell from the sky and covered me, preventing my high-level Yellow-rank Martial Technique, the White Crane Spreads Its Wings Palm, from hitting you. Now, I’ll use my low-level Mysterious-rank Martial Technique, the Liu Style Slashing Hang, to give you an even more miserable death!

Zhao Rong knew that if that leg hit him, he would certainly die. As he retreated, he frantically scanned his surroundings for anything he could use. Just as Achilles felt he was about to land the killing blow, certain that Zhao Rong could no longer dodge, Zhao Rong suddenly noticed an old man selling popcorn nearby. The man was about to open his machine—a traditional popcorn maker, a Divine Artifact known as the "Cannon-style Hand-cranked Popcorn Maker." He was about to strike the latch with his iron rod, which would cause the device to burst open and release the popcorn. Using his Special Abilities, Zhao Rong zipped over with lightning speed and grabbed the popcorn maker. He hoisted the Cannon-style Hand-cranked Popcorn Maker high, aimed it precisely at Achilles, and hurled it with all his might.