Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty-Chapter 107 - 88: Make Do with What’s Available, Beating Achilles Up_3

Confident that he could kill Zhao Rong with a single kick, Achilles had no time to react before he was sent flying by the cannon-style popcorn machine Zhao Rong had thrown. After flying ten meters, he crashed heavily onto the ground. The fall not only left his head bleeding but also knocked out two of his front teeth.

The popcorn that blasted out from the Divine Artifact scattered all over the competition stage.

Seeing Achilles get blasted away, Zhao Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead. Damn, I’m used to eating popcorn, but I never imagined our traditional Chinese Divine Artifact could be so powerful. It sent a level-twenty cultivator flying ten meters and left him a bloody mess.

Achilles struggled back to his feet. He spat out a mouthful of blood, followed by two of his front teeth. Looking at the surrounding crowd, he yelled, "Fuck! Which blind bastard is throwing cannon popcorn machines around? You nearly blew your Young Master to bits..."

After cursing the crowd, Achilles glared at Zhao Rong, who stood there completely unharmed and composed. "Bloody hell!" he raged. "You just got lucky! I was sabotaged by these damn onlookers again! Let’s go again. I refuse to believe I’m this unlucky."

With that, Achilles thought to himself, Zhao Rong, you were lucky to have dodged my first two moves. This third move is my trump card. It will guarantee you die without a place for burial.

Then, Achilles roared, "Mysterious-rank, mid-level Martial Technique—Ancient Dragon Soaring Fist!"

Hearing the name of the technique, Zhao Rong was startled. The Ancient Dragon Soaring Fist... a mid-level Martial Technique of the mysterious rank. It’s powerful enough to shatter stone and smash steel. Its destructive force is comparable to a cannonball! A look of fear couldn’t help but appear on his face.

When Achilles saw the fear on Zhao Rong’s face, he laughed maniacally. "Zhao Rong, my Ancient Dragon Soaring Fist will make your death uglier than a pig’s! After my Ancient Dragon Soaring Fist hits you, anyone looking for your corpse won’t find a body, and anyone looking to cremate you won’t even find your ashes..."

With that, Achilles lunged toward Zhao Rong.

Facing the Ancient Dragon Soaring Fist, Zhao Rong was out of options, but he frantically searched his surroundings for anything he could use. Just as Achilles’ fist was about to crash into his head, he suddenly spotted a vendor not far away, hawking rubber mattresses.

The vendor was busy demonstrating the durability of his product. "My rubber mattress is from the Royal Thai brand, made from pure natural rubber and incredibly resilient!" he shouted. "Even a ten-ton iron ball would bounce right off this Thai rubber mattress!

"So, for anyone who buys my mattress, couples, don’t be shy at night! Feel free to get active! Your... activities won’t make the bed creak and wake the kids. And you certainly won’t have to worry about the bed collapsing and getting your parents’ attention..."

Hearing the vendor’s claims about his powerful, pure natural Thai rubber mattress, Zhao Rong had an idea. If this mattress can repel a ten-ton iron ball, it should have absolutely no problem blocking Achilles’ Ancient Dragon Soaring Fist. Besides, the force of his fist can’t be more than five tons.

So, Zhao Rong once again used his Special Abilities, yanking the pure natural Thai rubber mattress right out of the vendor’s hands. He held the incredibly elastic rubber mattress in front of himself, waiting. He fully expected Achilles’ mysterious-rank, mid-level Martial Technique, the Ancient Dragon Soaring Fist, to slam into the mattress, bounce back, and hit Achilles himself...