noffsinger Chapter 125 Can Cure
Chapter 125 Can Cure
Taking advantage of the situation, Xi Yu pressed her attack, advancing instead of retreating, and tripped him to the ground, then delivered three consecutive taps to his temples.
The black dog's vision went black, and it lost consciousness for a moment before waking up two seconds later.
Xi Yu had already positioned herself in place; all her previous attacks had been completed within a single step.
"If I had used even a little more force, you wouldn't have just been unconscious for two seconds," she commented calmly.
The black dog was still shaken; its heart was pounding. The temple is one of the most vulnerable spots on the human body; a forceful attack could be fatal!
The black dog retreated in a sorry state. Xi Yu shifted her gaze to the madman, who silently stepped forward on his own initiative.
The madman's skills were not as good as the black dog's, but he had one advantage: he fought relentlessly.
Previously, his moves were haphazard, relying entirely on brute force and fearless courage, yet he was the most talented of the three. After a month of practice, he had grasped some basics and knew how to use the moves Xi Yu had taught him, but his movements were still very clumsy. After the third move, he was kicked away by Xi Yu.
Finally, there's the fat guy. Needless to say, Xi Yu could defeat him in a single move!
The fat man miserably got up from the ground, constantly rubbing his arm, which had been beaten black and blue.
"From now on, afternoon practice will be replaced with sparring. First, two people will spar, and the winner will continue to spar with the next person." Xi Yu nodded slightly and said. She was only here today to let them know her abilities. From now on, they will have to practice on their own.
Only continuous practice is the shortcut to becoming stronger.
As night fell, the group climbed back to their rooms, exhausted. What followed was the breathing exercise prescribed by Xi Yu, which was Fatty's favorite because it required no effort.
After only a month of practice, they couldn't detect even a trace of spiritual power, causing Xi Yu to sigh frequently.
"Boss, did you call me?" Black Dog came into the living room and asked Xi Yu, who was sitting on the sofa.
"Okay, come sit here." Xi Yu pointed to the seat next to her.
After he sat down, she lifted his right hand and gently massaged his old ailment with her fingertips.
The black dog dared not make a sound. He remembered that Xi Yu had once said that she could cure the old injury on his wrist. He couldn't help but hold his breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
After a moment, she stopped.
The black dog immediately stopped breathing and asked in an extremely low voice, "Is...is it still curable?"
He knew perfectly well that there was no chance of his hands being cured in his lifetime, yet the doctor who was supposedly the most famous didn't hesitate to pronounce his death sentence.
The tendons in both of his hands were severed beyond repair. Over the past ten years, he has tried countless methods, seen countless doctors, and even undergone rehabilitation, but to no avail.
His hands could no longer exert their full strength, and disheartened, he came to this remote city of A, where he became a hoodlum, engaging in theft, robbery, and fraud.
Xi Yu slowly raised her head, her clear eyes reflecting the shadow of the black dog.
"It can be cured."
She uttered two words softly.
Black Dog had been searching for over a decade without finding anyone to say those two words to him, but now, the eighteen-year-old girl in front of him said them to him without hesitation.
He smiled, but a wave of sadness washed over him, and his throat tightened.