Chapter 35 - M.D.B 35: Zanzoken, Beyond the Naked Eye! (2/2)

”No!”

Colleen screamed fiercely, threw away her Katana, and rushed to Saint. She wanted to jump and push him away! Suddenly she stopped in place, not believing her own eyes!

There were two Saints!

One of them was still standing before Danny Rand, and then other suddenly appeared behind him, weaving a Knifehand strike to his neck!

Danny swung his fist right through ”Saint's” ċhėst, but it seemed to only hit thin air, going through him without any resistance. In his shock and confusion, the back of his neck took a heavy blow. Immediately afterwards, he saw nothing but darkness, and his entire body fell forwards. ”Heeee….” He fell on the floor, eyes closed and unconscious. His fist only shined for little while before finally extinguishing gradually.

”Ahhhh…”

After taking Danny down, Saint collapsed on the floor, screaming and holding his right thɨġh. In his pain, he screamed and swore: ”Damn! It hurts; IT HURTS!”

Colleen looked at ”Saint” that was hit by Danny dissipating into the air, and could only be dumbfounded for a while. Then she got to the ground in front of Saint asking: ”What happened to you?”

”Muscle strain...” Saint took a few breaths then added: ”I hope it is just a strain… I feel like a tear!”

”…”

Colleen glanced at him silently, her eyes full of self-blame: ”You are… have you hurt yourself? You are hurt, if you are even not sure, don't be stubborn.”

”Don't worry… too much” Saint felt Colleen's remorse: ”My Zanzoken is not completely developed. If it wasn't for you distracting Danny, I would've been in a much worse state!”

”I am going to find something and give you a cold compress.”

Colleen was flustered, rushing into the kitchen behind her Dojo, finding ice cubes in the refrigerator, wrapped them with a towel, and then getting back to press them on Saint's inner thɨġh: ”Thank you… Saint!”

”Huh!”

The cold Ice stung Saint, making him unconsciously stretch out his arms to press his hands on the towel. Unintentionally, he touched Colleen's soft hands. After blinking twice, he kept his hand there cheekily, not intending on letting go at all.

Colleen gently bit her lower lip, apparently feeling a little shy. Somehow however, she kept her hands where they were, not intending on pulling them back. The two remained there, their hands upon each-other, pressing together on Saint's thɨġh.