Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1572: Hit by a Chess Piece

Chapter 1572: Hit by a Chess Piece

Xi Mucheng turned his head to dodge the chess piece, and it hit the antique bottle on display. He looked at the broken bottle on the floor and turned back toward Ning Shu. His eyes carried a bone-chilling killing intent.

“Biting like a rabid dog, what proof do you have that I had anything to do with your car being out of order?”

Shi Sinan was also shocked. She stared blankly at Ning Shu.

“What reason do I need to hit you? I just want to hit you.” Ning Shu mobilized the energy in his dantian and threw a handful of chess pieces at Xi Mucheng. Although he ducked out of the way, a few still grazed his body.

Xi Mucheng, who had been hit by a chess piece, was in great pain, and the place that had been hit swelled up at a rapid rate.

Xi Mucheng coldly glared at Ning Shu. “You’re looking for death.”

He then took off his jacket and slightly tilted his chin. On the other side, Ning Shu picked up the chessboard from the ground and smashed it at Xi Mucheng. Xi Mucheng kicked it aside, reached out his hand, and bent his fingers towards Ning Shu’s neck.

Ning Shu dodged the attack and engaged with Xi Mucheng.

Every time she fought him, Ning Shu found the other party’s body too hard, causing her hands and feet to feel numb.

Ning Shu knew that Xi Mucheng could fight but never considered him to be so powerful. He was basically aiming for her vitals, attacking her head, neck, and ribs.

Grappling arts made it easy to maim others, especially since Xi Mucheng was now attacking unreservedly. Ning Shu had to protect her vitals and inflict damage on Xi Mucheng at the same time.

If she hadn’t cultivated the Unsurpa.s.sable Martial Arts, Ning Shu didn’t think she could confront Xi Mucheng.

Now, the two sides were just focusing on each other’s weaknesses.

Ning Shu let out a long breath as she glared at Xi Mucheng.

Xi Mucheng’s expression wasn’t good, though. He suspected that his fighting skills had declined; how come he couldn’t even beat a woman?

Ning Shu picked up a chair and smashed it at Xi Mucheng, who had also picked up a chair. The two chairs collided with each other, and the chairs’ legs flew far away.

The entire living room was a mess. Shi Sinan was so anxious that she kept shouting, “You guys, stop fighting. Stop fighting.”

Both Ning Shu and Xi Mucheng ignored Shi Sinan, throwing away the broken chairs in their hands and engaging with their bare fists and feet.

Ning Shu lifted her foot and kicked at Xi Mucheng’s chest. He took a few steps backward with his hand protecting his chest.

Xi Mucheng smiled evilly and said, “You’ve managed to p.i.s.s me off.” He moved his neck left and right, which made clicking sounds.

Ning Shu: You have cervical spondylosis!

Ning Shu shook her own wrist and stared at Xi Mucheng without blinking, not daring to lose focus. If she lost her concentration for even a moment, Xi Mucheng would hit her in a fatal spot.

“That’s enough. Stop it now.” The old man said with a cold expression, “You’re all so amazing now, is that it?”

Both Ning Shu and Xi Mucheng glared at each other, sparks flying between their eye contact.

Ning Shu saw that Xi Mucheng’s face was flushed red. Even his neck had turned red, and the veins there were slightly bulging. Obviously, the blood inside was flowing fast.

Ning Shu smiled inwardly. After this series of exertions, which resulted in his blood rushing, that congenial powder would mix with Xi Mucheng’s internal organs and muscles at a fast pace.

Nonetheless, this guy’s fighting skills were unnaturally strong. He had probably been practicing since he was a kid.

It was hard to get close to him.

The old man stood between Ning Shu and Xi Mucheng and said, “No more fooling around. What matter is there that couldn’t be discussed? Why do you have to use your fists?”

Ning Shu just stared at Xi Mucheng. Xi Mucheng didn’t speak, either. The atmosphere seemed rather stagnant.

Shi Sinan stood there, not knowing who to care about or what to say.

Editor: Meraki

Translator: Kaho