Chapter 512: Throat-Piercing Kick
Wu Daoran also used to deliver guns to the Ancient Martial the Wang Family.
There are guns in the Ancient Martial the Wang Family too; not just pistols, they have even more powerful stuff.
But people in the Ancient Martial the Wang Family always looked down on these things. They always believed that only when their own strengths improved, guns would just be external objects.
However, when the gun was pointed at him, Wang Yi was genuinely scared! Sweat beads were forming on his forehead.
At such a close range, even a pistol with average power could turn his head into a chrysanthemum. Could he not be afraid?
"Why am I shameless?" Lin Tian argued, "We agreed to spar, and you went ahead using your martial arts, why can’t I use a gun? What are you doing... don’t move, if you take one more step, try me, I will shoot!"
Wang Yi really didn’t dare move, his face flushed with anger, "You little bastard! How can martial arts and a gun be the same?"
"Oh, you dare to insult people? Raise your hands!" Lin Tian scoffed heavily, "In a fight, if you have a gun you naturally use it first, only when you run out of bullets do you use fists. Think about it, does what I say make sense?"
Wang Yi raised his hands high, reflecting on Lin Tian’s words as if they made some sense. But then thought again and cursed, "Makes no damn sense! This is sparring, what you’re saying is nonsense!"
"Nonsense is still reasoning. You can pull out your gun too, at worst, we’ll duel like cowboys in the West! What, do you dare anymore? Chickened out, right?"
Lin Tian yelled, "Coward!"
Wang Yi’s face turned blue and white with anger and was speechless, if I had brought a gun, I would have shot you! Who the hell will duel with you!
"If you admit defeat now, I’ll let you go, how about it?" Lin Tian asked teasingly with a smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Impossible!" Wang Yi roared through gritted teeth.
"Alright then." Lin Tian shrugged indifferently and aimed the gun at Wang Yi’s head, mimicking the motion of preparing to shoot, which frightened Wang Yi greatly.
Inwardly, Lin Tian smirked, thinking Wang Yi was an idiot, a complete fool! He hadn’t even pulled the safety and yet had him so terrified.
"Hey, old dog! Take this!"
Suddenly with a loud shout, Lin Tian fiercely flung his right hand holding the gun, and the gun was thrown right at Wang Yi’s forehead.
Instantly, a cut appeared on Wang Yi’s forehead, and his mind went blurry, his vision filled with little stars.
Even so, he didn’t forget to point at Lin Tian, cursing in a low voice, "Despicable man! You used hidden weapons!"
Lin Tian chuckled, "I haven’t even shot you, already showing leniency. Old dog, here’s another one from me!"
Upon hearing the last line, Wang Yi naturally channeled his Spiritual Qi through his hands, protecting his forehead.
Suddenly, Lin Tian took two big steps forward and shouted, "Military Boxing Set One, Second Move — Throat Piercing Kick!"
Left fist turned to palm, aimed at Wang Yi’s face... Lin Tian’s original target was his forehead, but since it was blocked, he opted for Wang Yi’s nose instead...
Lin Tian’s left palm suddenly separated into two fingers, directly poking into Wang Yi’s nostrils, though disgusting but quite effective. A ’crack’ was heard, Wang Yi’s nasal bone fractured... nosebleed quickly followed.
Then, Lin Tian retrieved his left palm. Then lifting his right foot, toe pointed to the ground, his whole leg straightened. Then swiftly kicked upwards!
This kick was incredibly precise, hitting Wang Yi’s crotch with such force, it seemed something was broken...
Wang Yi’s howl was even more miserable. With only two hands, being injured on his forehead, nose, and crotch, he truly didn’t know which one to clutch.
Next, Lin Tian’s right hand shifted into a point style, his body floated, circled behind Wang Yi, concentrating Spiritual Power on his back head and lightly tapped him.
Only to see this old chap roll his eyes and collapse, unconscious while blood kept flowing from both nostrils.
Seeing Bai Shishi and others rushing over, Lin Tian picked up the discarded gun on the ground, then plopped down on the ground, propping himself up with his hands, panting heavily.
By now, Bai Shishi had taken off her high heels, holding them in her hands, trotted over with a limp as if she had twisted her ankle.
"Lin Tian, how are you?" Bai Shishi asked with concern.
She didn’t even glance at Wang Yi bleeding on the ground, her beautiful eyes kept scanning Lin Tian, to confirm there wasn’t much problem before saying, "Looks like you’re alright."
Lin Tian smiled and said, "I’m fine, but looking at you, what happened to your foot?"
"Blame it on your fast run." Wu Yong teased, "Miss Bai was so worried, she ran too fast and twisted her ankle stepping on a stone."
"Blabbermouth." Bai Shishi turned her head angrily at Wu Yong but did not argue.
By then, Wu Daoran and his secretary had propped Wang Yi’s body up, sitting against the guardrail. Seeing he wasn’t dead, they were finally relieved.
Even so, Wu Daoran was still furious, glaring at Lin Tian and shouted, "What did you do to Wang Yi?"
Lin Tian casually glanced at him, "Knocked him out, can’t you see?"
"Of course, I know he’s out. What exactly happened just now?" Wu Daoran questioned.
"If you continue talking to me like this, believe me, I can make you suffer even more than him?" Lin Tian looked at him with a sidelong glance.
Wu Daoran quickly braced himself, earlier he didn’t take Lin Tian seriously because he had reliance beside him. But now, both his supports had been beaten into unconsciousness by Lin Tian, would he dare to act arrogant?
"Hmph!" Besides a heavy huff, Wu Daoran dared not say anything more.
"Hey, old geezer. As for the bet just agreed upon, you lost, right?" Lin Tian’s gaze turned hostile, if the old geezer dared to renege, he wouldn’t mind giving him a Throat Piercing Kick!
Wu Daoran’s face looked unwell, deeply unwilling! But helplessly, under the roof, he had to bow his head. "We lost."
"Then the purchase contract can be signed, right?"
Wu Daoran replied with a grim face, utterly reluctant, "The contract can be signed. But you must first return my son to me!"
Lin Tian chuckled calmly, shaking his head, "In the bet, returning Wang Sicong wasn’t included."
"You! Lin Tian! Don’t go too far..." Wu Daoran muttered with a low growl, seemingly at his breaking point.
Lin Tian just casually spat out two words: "Beg me."
The two words seemed to block Wu Daoran’s chest, compressing him to the point he couldn’t breathe properly, almost seeming about to keel over.