Qiao Duo'er watched Xiao Lingchuan approach furiously, but she stood with casual grace, neither dodging nor evading. When Xiao Lingchuan was about five steps away from her, a small pebble flew out from between her fingers.
Now, her wrist strength was not sufficient, and she could only be ten percent certain within a five-step distance.
The pebble shot toward Xiao Lingchuan and struck him precisely on the acupoint, making his legs numb, and then, he lost all sensation in them.
However, he had already stepped forward with one leg and couldn't withdraw it.
So, all he could do was watch helplessly as he knelt down, in a posture of prostration on the ground.
If he could, he really wanted to slap himself to death!
"Chuan Bro, what are you doing? My wife can't afford such a grand gesture," said Tan Zhenghong hastily, although he clearly reveled in the misfortune.
He wasn't particularly cultured, but he knew that a man's knees contained gold and couldn't just kneel on command.
