Chapter 5111 — Brute Strength Defeats Skill
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"You dared kill my Blood Corpse Worm?" Sun Baixu stared at the worm lying motionless on the ground, his eyes splitting with rage, his head swimming. This was the treasure in which all his hopes and all his heart's blood were invested—and just like that, it was gone?
"A disgusting bug like that, of course it had to be killed. It's been stealing all the chickens and ducks in the village, and it stole my family's cow too. You think I'd let it live?" Ergoudan still had no idea the creature had already taken several human lives. Suddenly he thrust out a hand at Sun Baixu. "Pay up."
"Wh—what?" Sun Baixu was momentarily dazed, staring blankly at Ergoudan, unable to fathom what he meant to do.
"It's your worm. It stole and ate all that stuff—aren't you supposed to pay for it? You think I'm easy to push around?" Ergoudan said with a frown, while in his heart he earnestly set about tallying up the sum. So many chickens and ducks had gone missing from the village, and his own family had lost an old yellow cow on top of it—this compensation could not come cheap. But the exact figure he could not work out on the spot. Maybe he should just drag the thing back and go door to door collecting?
"Ha! Hahahaha!" Sun Baixu suddenly burst into crazed, hysterical laughter. Just as Ergoudan was silently wondering whether the man really was a lunatic, Sun Baixu suddenly lunged and seized him by the throat, his face hideous. "I, Sun Baixu, had my grand design ruined by a fool—so it turns out I'm the real fool!"
Caught off guard, Ergoudan was seized by the neck in an instant. He had no means of defense, nor any exceptional resilience to speak of, and in that moment he was plunged into a desperate strait of life and death.
"You deserve to die! You deserved to die long ago! A single foolish notion of mine has brought about such a calamity—now you can go to hell!" Sun Baixu, crazed, clamped both hands around Ergoudan's throat. He gave no thought now to any martial technique; against a fool no technique was needed. All he wanted was to strangle this fool who had ruined his grand design.
Then Ergoudan suddenly drove a fist at him, landing square on Sun Baixu's chest.
Bang! Sun Baixu was sent flying backward on the instant, leaving a lurid arc of blood in the air behind him, smashing through three large trees before he finally crashed to the ground—and it was a long while before he stumbled shakily back to his feet.
"You... just what manner of monster are you?" For the first time, a look of dread appeared on Sun Baixu's face.
True, the only strength Ergoudan had shown so far was a single trait—sheer brute force—and ordinarily that would be nothing to fear. But when his brute force had grown great enough to tear a Blood Corpse Worm apart alive, and even to send a Foundation Establishment grand-completion expert like himself flying with one punch, then the man had to be regarded in a different light.
Any ability, pushed to its extreme, becomes a terrible thing—even the stupidest, clumsiest brute strength. For however artless brute force may be, once it grows great enough it can still beat a man to death. As the saying goes: brute strength defeats ten skills. (To be continued.)