Chapter - 325 Recuperating In a Secret Chamber (13) (1/2)

Shagu laughed. ”All right!” she said. Without thinking that Liang Ziweng's skill was way above hers she walked over to him and said, ”You hit my nose, I must hit your nose. You hit me once, I must pay you back three times.” Her fist went straight up to his nose.

Liang Ziweng raised up his hand to block, suddenly the 'qu chi' [crooked reservoir] acupoint on the bent of his arm was numb. His hand was already half way up but could not go further. 'Bang!' his nose was squarely hit by Shagu's fist.

”Two!” Shagu called out and sent out another fist.

Liang Ziweng bent his knees, keeping his back straight; left hand straight out with one of the highest 'qin na' [grab and capture] techniques. He was sure he could turn Shagu's arm over and divert the attack; who would have thought that as his fingers touched Shagu's arm, the 'bi ru' [arm scholar] acupoint on his arm was numb and he was unable to divert Shagu's hand. 'Bang!' for the second time his nose was hit by Shagu's fist. It was such a violent blow that his head was thrown backward and he staggered, almost fell down. Liang Ziweng was really angry.

Other people were astounded, but they did not see anything unusual. Peng Lianhu was an expert in secret projectile usage; he was the only one who noticed something. Each time Liang Ziweng blocked the attack, both times Peng Lianhu heard a very light swishing noise of secret projectiles. He knew Huang Yaoshi had launched some kind of tiny metal needles toward Liang Ziweng's acupoints. Only he did not see Huang Yaoshi's arm move, so he did not know how Huang Yaoshi did it.

Actually Huang Yaoshi was flicking his finger inside his sleeve and sent the needles piercing through the fabric toward the enemy. Invisible and almost inaudible, the needles suddenly arrived; how could the enemy evade this kind of attack?

”Three!” Shagu called out. Both of Liang Ziweng's arms did not obey their master's order. His eyes saw the fist coming straight toward his face; he did not have any choice but step backward to evade. Who would have thought that as he was about to step back the 'bai hai' [white ocean] acupoint on the inside of his right leg suddenly turned numb. His shock had not subsided when a spark fluttered in the air and he felt tears brimming in his eyes.

It turned out when his nose was hit the tears acupoint was also hit. He had always regarded defeat in martial art contests as nothing; but if tears streaming down his face, his lifelong reputation would be ruined. Hastily he lifted up his sleeve to wipe the tears away, but his arm did not follow his order. Two big drops of tears finally came down his cheeks.

Shagu saw his tears and busily said, ”Please don't cry! Don't be afraid, I won't hit you anymore.”

Compared to the three blows on his nose, those three comforting sentences were more difficult for Liang Ziweng to bear. In his resentment, 'Wah!' he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood. He looked up to Huang Yaoshi and said, ”Who are you Sire? You secretly harmed people; what kind of hero are you?”

With a cold laugh Huang Yaoshi replied, ”Are you worthy to ask my name?” Suddenly he raised his voice up, ”Everybody roll out of my presence!”