Chapter 1187 — A Tragedy of Misunderstanding
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Er Gou Dan's thoughts were in a tangle. The old man really did have nothing better to do than meddle in other people's business — and all because his skin itched! Er Gou Dan was a plain, straightforward fellow, but today even he was at a loss. The old man had blocked him at every turn over nothing more than the fact that he was itching for it! Didn't "itching for it" simply mean he was asking to be hit?
But he had no grudge against the man, and Er Gou Dan rather lacked the heart to beat him. Judging by the situation, though, unless he sent this old man packing, the old man would never let him go looking for the lion.
So Er Gou Dan had no choice but to ask, "You're itching for it?"
"That's right! I am Pi Yangyang!" Seeing the faintly embarrassed, troubled look on Er Gou Dan's face, Elder Pi assumed the boy had heard of his famous name, and a smug pride swelled in his heart. So his reputation still carried weight! In this mundane world he was a mighty presence, and the cultivators all knew it. That made things very simple: since Er Gou Dan recognized him, the boy would surely disclose his master and his origins — and if he came from some minor sect or minor family, Elder Pi would naturally shake them down on the Pi family's behalf.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to extort a handsome sum! Pi Yangyang thought to himself that if he could leverage this into a payday, the clan head would be very pleased indeed.
"Sigh. I didn't want to hit you, but since you're itching for it, I've no choice — I'll have to beat you first. Otherwise I don't suppose you'll let me go looking for the lion!" Er Gou Dan sighed in helpless resignation, then raised his fists and came raining blows down on Pi Yangyang's head and face.
Pi Yangyang had just heard Er Gou Dan's words without quite following them and was still puzzling over what they could mean when, the next instant, a fist the size of a bucket crashed over and beat him utterly senseless, stars bursting before his eyes.
Not to mention that Pi Yangyang was a peak late-stage Profound-tier expert, and his body's defensive power was fearsome indeed — ordinary blows simply did not land on him, unless thrown by an opponent of a higher grade. But Er Gou Dan was an exception: after only a few punches, Pi Yangyang's mind had gone blank.
"I am Pi Yangyang — Pi Yangyang, not 'your skin itches'!" After the thrashing, Pi Yangyang finally worked out what had happened: the brat before him had taken his own name to mean his skin was itching! Once it clicked, he began bawling at the top of his lungs, all the while wrapping his arms around the vital points of his body.
It hurt dreadfully! Even as humiliation and rage boiled in Pi Yangyang's heart, a chill of alarm crept in as well. He knew his own power full well — and anyone who could make him ache this badly, this惨 — anyone who could hurt him this badly, this wretchedly, had to be at least at the mid-Profound tier.
The boy before him actually possessed such strength? But the next moment Pi Yangyang was seized with even deeper horror, for there came a sharp crack, a bolt of pain tore through his right leg, and Pi Yangyang discovered, in tragedy, that his leg had been snapped in two by Er Gou Dan.
To break the leg of a peak late-stage Profound-tier expert who had already guarded his vitals — what terrifying realm did that place his own strength at? Could he already have surpassed the peak of the late Profound tier?
At the thought, Pi Yangyang's eyes went dead-ashen grey. How could he be so unlucky — to run into a monster of an expert like this?