Chapter 483: Plucking a Leaf

Uncle Qu's smile froze.

He had not expected to hear such an answer.

But just from these few sentences, he finally managed to glimpse the essence of the man before him.

He was definitely not a "hero," but an "evil practitioner."

Even if Li Dabao didn't need saving, he would still save him. Similarly, even if the County Magistrate, Huang Jiulang, and this Uncle Qu said something earth-shattering, to him, they were just boring noise.

The arrogance of this person could perhaps only be described by one sentence—"Heaven and Earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs."

Uncle Qu took half a step back and looked Li Miao up and down again with a solemn gaze, this time without a shred of contempt or mockery.

"Your Excellency, may I have your name?"

Li Miao laughed.

"What, no more 'Nani'?"

"The style of you Japanese people—being arrogant before and humble after, fawning over superiors and bullying inferiors—is truly the same in every world."

As soon as these words were spoken, the others didn't have much reaction, but Uncle Qu and Wu Mingxiao's expressions changed drastically.

Wu Mingxiao asked in a low voice.

"Brother Li, is he Japanese?"

Li Miao laughed.

"Of course. Not to mention that 'Nani' just now, his Wu Gong comes from the same source as yours; it is authentic Japanese martial arts... He couldn't possibly be your comrade, could he?"

"This place is not far from your Assistant Commander's hometown; perhaps the extermination tragedy of your Assistant Commander's family wasn't necessarily just because he was too prominent."

The expression of that "Uncle Qu" grew increasingly gloomy.

"Your Excellency, who exactly are you?"

Li Miao ignored him completely and pressed a palm toward him.

This palm was light and soft, without a trace of smoke or fire, as if he were casually plucking a leaf from his shoulder.

If Wang Hai were here, he would definitely widen his eyes and watch carefully, not willing to miss a single detail—because this palm strike of Li Miao's was exactly Wang Hai's fundamental martial art, "Plucking the Leaf"!

When used by Li Miao, it had no momentum or sound of wind, but was instead extremely weak, causing Uncle Qu to have no vigilance, until Li Miao's palm pressed onto his shoulder.

"What's going on... He was clearly right in front of me, I clearly just became wary of him, how did he manage to press onto me like this!"

"This person is tricky, I'm in trouble!"

Since his identity as a Japanese person was already exposed, he no longer held back.

"Uncle Qu," or rather, Qu Yuan Sanlang, stretched out his hands abruptly and grabbed toward Li Miao's arm.

Yagyu Shinkage-ryu—Mutō-dori!

As a disciple of perhaps the only Japanese sword school that excelled in fighting empty-handed, Qu Yuan Sanlang's greatest specialty was this "Mutō-dori," a technique for seizing an opponent's weapon empty-handed, which was why he dared to come here without a weapon.

Although Li Miao had no weapon in his hand, tearing the entire arm off the opponent's body was not a difficult task for Qu Yuan Sanlang!

"Shine!"

They had been studying Central Plains martial arts for a long time. But Central Plains people knew little about Japanese martial arts!

Arrogance is the reason for your defeat!

Qu Yuan Sanlang grinned and grabbed Li Miao's arm, his muscles bulging suddenly, almost bursting his long gown, and exerted force, intending to break Li Miao's arm.

But the next moment, he stumbled.

It was as if his body suddenly lost its fulcrum, and he fell forward. He instinctively wanted to use his hands to support himself, but for some reason, he didn't see his palms in his line of sight, as if there was nothing below his shoulders, and he had to fall heavily to the ground.

The next moment, a pain so intense it filled him with terror rushed into his brain along his nerves.

"Ngh!"

Qu Yuan Sanlang let out a muffled groan and braced himself to look down.

With this look, he finally understood what had happened.

The arms that had grown on the sides of his body, tempered for decades, and filled with muscles as hard as refined steel, had turned into two "balloons" wrapped in sleeves, barely hanging on. ===== CHAPTER 484 =====