3217 Painful Fingers
“Should I let myself fall?”
Wang Zhaole asked himself the question.
The answer was obviously no.
His main task was to stall and wait for the other three to come back.
He had to stay on the stage.
Feng Wu had worked so hard to gain some advantages for them. He couldn’t give them away so easily.
Mu Yan was watching Wang Zhaole.
She thought Wang Zhaole would fall off the stage, but things didn’t go as she had expected.
Wang Zhaole jumped back onto the stage.
“Why is he back?
“Is he an idiot? Why didn’t he take the chance while he had it? Why did he jump back up?” Mu Yan couldn’t understand it.
Babu couldn’t understand it either.
He only sneered at Wang Zhaole in a malicious way.
“If you want to die, I’ll give it to you!”
This time, Babu punched Wang Zhaole in the head.
It was too fast and too powerful to parry.
If Wang Zhaole hadn’t made his breakthroughs, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the punch.
Still, it didn’t make him feel any better. He was almost struck down.
Babu punched him three times.
Poof!
He swung his giant fist at Wang Zhaole’s head.
Wang Zhaole tried his best to dodge, and had just enough time to protect his vital parts.
The fist brushed past his face.
Thump!
Wang Zhaole was sent flying backward.
He smashed into the ground on his back and kept sliding further away.
His clothes were ripped, and his back was bleeding.
Wang Zhaole dug his fingers into the ground, trying to stop himself.
As he slid, the friction scraped off the first third of his fingers.
When he reached the edge of the stage, he managed to grab it with his maimed hands.
He couldn’t give up.
Mu Nan was far less capable than he was and couldn’t withstand even one punch!
Therefore, Wang Zhaole knew he couldn’t give up.
The others couldn’t bring themselves to see his hands.
What a miserable sight!
There was only a fraction of all his ten fingers left.
His fingers had turned into ten bloody stubs.
The pain must be excruciating!
Everybody’s expressions changed when they saw this.
What a stubborn man! Mu Yan snorted.
Wang Zhaole was trying his best to climb back onto the stage.
However, his hands felt weak, and he was covered in wounds. The pain almost made him faint.
He barely had any strength left.
Just then, a pair of feet appeared in front of him.
Babu stepped on Wang Zhaole’s hands.
“Ah!”
Wang Zhaole screamed.
The sound made one’s hair stand up.
His hands were already badly injured, and Babu had huge feet.
To make it worse, he stomped on Wang Zhaole’s hands.
“Ah!”
Wang Zhaole roared.
That hurt!
He had never been in so much pain before.
Wang Zhaole was the only son of an affluent family. Both his father and grandfather were also the only sons of their fathers. As a result, Wang Zhaole had lived an indulgent life as a child. Fearing that he might be spoiled, his father sent him to Imperial College, which was why he ended up in Peace Grassland.
Wang Zhaole had never felt such excruciating pain.
He passed out.
Seeing that Wang Zhaole was unconscious, Babu was bored. He kicked Wang Zhaole off the stage, as if the latter was a broken toy.
