The pain in his right hand caused Number 3's face to be covered in beads of sweat the size of beans that splattered down, but he forced himself not to make a sound.
"You're quite the man, if you could turn away from the dark and join the righteous, I might plead on your behalf with young master Ni and let you follow by my side!" Xun Feng said with a hint of appreciation on his face as he looked at Number 3.
"Don't even think about it! My life was given to me by my master, and today, even if I die here, I won't let these two bastards lay a finger on the lady!" Number 3, biting down hard, rose to his feet, adopting a stance with one leg bent as if drawing a bow, took a deep breath, clenched his left fist, and instantly his body made a sound like beans popping.
"Military Qigong? You really are a specialist!" Xun Feng said with a smile, "But that's all useless!"
