Chapter 3217 - 3217 Painful Fingers

3217 Painful Fingers

Should I let myself fall?

w.a.n.g 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 couldnt give them away so easily.

Mu Yan was watching w.a.n.g Zhaole.

She thought w.a.n.g Zhaole would fall off the stage, but things didnt go as she had expected.

w.a.n.g Zhaole jumped back onto the stage.

Why is he back?

Is he an idiot? Why didnt he take the chance while he had it? Why did he jump back up? Mu Yan couldnt understand it.

Babu couldnt understand it either.

He only sneered at w.a.n.g Zhaole in a malicious way.

If you want to die, Ill give it to you!

This time, Babu punched w.a.n.g Zhaole in the head.

It was too fast and too powerful to parry.

If w.a.n.g Zhaole hadnt made his breakthroughs, he wouldnt have been able to withstand the punch.

Still, it didnt make him feel any better. He was almost struck down.

Babu punched him three times.

Poof!

He swung his giant fist at w.a.n.g Zhaoles head.

w.a.n.g Zhaole tried his best to dodge, and had just enough time to protect his vital parts.

The fist brushed past his face.

Thump!

w.a.n.g 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.

w.a.n.g Zhaole dug his fingers into the ground, trying to stop himself.

As he slid, the friction sc.r.a.ped 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 couldnt give up.

Mu Nan was far less capable than he was and couldnt withstand even one punch!

Therefore, w.a.n.g Zhaole knew he couldnt give up.

The others couldnt 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 b.l.o.o.d.y stubs.

The pain must be excruciating!

Everybodys expressions changed when they saw this.

What a stubborn man! Mu Yan snorted.

w.a.n.g 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 w.a.n.g Zhaoles hands.

Ah!

w.a.n.g Zhaole screamed.

The sound made ones hair stand up.

His hands were already badly injured, and Babu had huge feet.

To make it worse, he stomped on w.a.n.g Zhaoles hands.

Ah!

w.a.n.g Zhaole roared.

That hurt!

He had never been in so much pain before.

w.a.n.g 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, w.a.n.g 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 Gra.s.sland.

w.a.n.g Zhaole had never felt such excruciating pain.

He pa.s.sed out.

Seeing that w.a.n.g Zhaole was unconscious, Babu was bored. He kicked w.a.n.g Zhaole off the stage, as if the latter was a broken toy.