Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty-Chapter 187 - 161 You Know Burmese Boxing, I Know Muay Thai

When Bai Xiaojun saw Zhao Rong actually square up to fight him, he burst out laughing. "Little security guard, I, Bai Xiaojun, am a cultivator. You’re just an ordinary little security guard, yet you want to fight a cultivator like me? Are you asking for death?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong glanced at his opponent. Bai Xiaojun had been stripped naked by his push, with only a single leaf covering his private parts. Zhao Rong chuckled. "Bai Xiaojun, you’re just a naked little runt, and you call yourself a cultivator? Well, aren’t you something special."

Enraged by Zhao Rong’s blatant disrespect, Bai Xiaojun bellowed, "Yellow-rank high-level Martial Technique, Bai’s Rubber Fist!" As his shout ended, his fist turned as soft and elastic as rubber, yet it flew toward Zhao Rong with brutal, unstoppable force.

When the surrounding students saw that Bai Xiaojun was a level 25 cultivator who could use a Yellow-rank high-level Martial Technique like Bai’s Rubber Fist, they all began to sweat nervously for Zhao Rong.

A teenager chewing gum while enjoying the commotion looked at Zhao Rong and remarked, "Little security guard, you’re just like me—a single grain of sand among the masses. How could we possibly fight a level 25 cultivator? I’d advise you to just surrender."

A smug girl who exclusively used Apple products, refusing to touch domestic phones, smiled at Bai Xiaojun. "Bai Xiaojun, since you’re a level 25 cultivator, let us see how you finish off this little security guard."

Another boy, sipping juice and eating a steamed bun, shook his head with disapproval. "Bai Xiaojun is the only level 25 cultivator at West Well University. It’s no exaggeration to say that he’s the absolute strongest person here. For this little security guard to challenge him is just reckless. It’s like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an egg trying to smash a rock."

Basking in the crowd’s praise and confidence, Bai Xiaojun grew even more cocky. As he launched his Bai’s Rubber Fist at Zhao Rong, he winked at the pretty girls on the sidelines and boasted, "Just you watch! This one punch will be enough to send this little security guard’s teeth flying!"

Facing the incoming Bai’s Rubber Fist, Zhao Rong didn’t bother using his unique technique, Distant Punch. Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Since his fist is some crappy Bai’s Rubber Fist, I might as well use what rubber products fear most: a corrosive organic solvent. What’s the most corrosive liquid? Strong acids and strong bases, of course.

Coincidentally, West Well University’s laboratories were in the middle of being relocated. Just then, a male student carrying a bottle of strong acid walked past Zhao Rong, followed by another student holding a bottle of a strong base.

At that very moment, Bai Xiaojun’s fist was inches from Zhao Rong’s face. Bai Xiaojun thought gleefully, My Bai’s Rubber Fist is unstoppable! It doesn’t matter how you try to block it. Zhao Rong, prepare to die!

The surrounding students all held their breath, certain that Zhao Rong was doomed.

In that split second, just as the punch was about to land, Zhao Rong snatched the bottle of strong acid from the passing student and splashed its contents all over Bai Xiaojun’s fist. Rubber products are most afraid of strong acids and bases. Bai Xiaojun’s incredibly powerful Bai’s Rubber Fist—a technique that had crippled countless opponents—wilted instantly upon contact with the acid. His technique had failed completely.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Rong drove a powerful front kick into Bai Xiaojun’s chest, sending him flying straight back into a nearby manure pit.

A collective gasp of shock rippled through the crowd.

The girl who had been cheering for Bai Xiaojun was so stunned she fell right onto her bottom. "I had no idea this little security guard was so strong!" she exclaimed.

The boy who had been certain Zhao Rong would die instantly changed his tune. "I’m betting on the security guard! He’s definitely going to beat Bai Xiaojun!"

Wang Meili, who was standing nearby, gave Zhao Rong a thumbs-up. "Brother Zhao Rong, you’re the best!"

As Bai Xiaojun painstakingly climbed out of the manure pit, he furiously shook the filth from his body and cursed, "Where did that kid get a bottle of strong acid?! If it wasn’t for that acid, my Bai’s Rubber Fist would’ve killed him with a single punch!" With that, he prepared to fight again.

"Mysterious-rank low-level Martial Technique, Kunlun Rubber Fist!" Bai Xiaojun roared, launching another rubber-like punch.

Seeing Bai Xiaojun still trying to hit him with some pathetic rubber fist, Zhao Rong scoffed internally. Wasn’t getting doused with acid stimulating enough for him? Fine. If you’re not satisfied, I’ll give you some more.

As he thought this, Zhao Rong used Instant Teleportation to snatch the bottle of strong base from the hand of the student who had just walked past. Just as Bai Xiaojun’s Mysterious-rank Kunlun Rubber Fist was about to connect, Zhao Rong splashed the bottle of strong base all over his hand.

"Damn it!" Bai Xiaojun shrieked as he retreated. "How did Zhao Rong know my Rubber Fist is weakest against strong acids and bases?"

"Anyone with an elementary school education knows rubber is vulnerable to strong acids and bases," Zhao Rong mocked. With that, he threw the rest of the strong base onto Bai Xiaojun’s... bare body.

After being... splashed by the strong base, Bai Xiaojun yelped and began hopping around in agony. After a few moments of frantic dancing, he managed to grab a bottle of mineral water and wash the chemical off his skin.

The crowd stared in disbelief. Bai Xiaojun, a level 25 cultivator, had his second move neutralized just as easily and was getting completely battered.

A teenager holding a basketball muttered, "This security guard is no ordinary person. He must be a cultivator too. How else could he withstand a furious assault from a level 25 cultivator like Bai Xiaojun?"

A beautiful girl who loved water polo but lamented the lack of a place to train added, "I’m rooting for the security guard! I can tell he’s just defending right now; he hasn’t even made his real move yet. The moment he decides to attack will be the moment this is over for Bai Xiaojun."

Hearing the crowd that once admired him suddenly switch their allegiance to Zhao Rong, Bai Xiaojun’s face twisted into a vicious snarl. "Fools! You dare bet against me?! Fine! I’ll use my trump card now: Yellow-rank medium-level Martial Technique, Burmese Boxing! I’ll show you all that I, Bai Xiaojun, am not to be underestimated!"

As he stood there, having just climbed out of the manure pit, the crowd’s focus shifted to his appearance, and they burst into riotous laughter.

A middle-aged woman pointed, howling with laughter. "My god, is that a sanitary pad on his head? I wonder which girl on her period threw that in there. That’s just disgusting!"

Another woman gagged dramatically at the sight of the yellow muck on his face. "So disgusting! Bai Xiaojun is a total fecal lord! A fecal lord like him thinks he can beat the handsome and brave little security guard? Impossible!"

Hearing their mockery, Bai Xiaojun’s eyes turned bloodshot with fury. He bellowed, "Zhao Rong, eat my fist!"

When Zhao Rong saw that Bai Xiaojun’s trump card was Burmese Boxing, he immediately countered with Muay Thai. "In the face of Muay Thai, which has been undefeated for five hundred years," he said coolly, "Burmese Boxing is nothing but trash..."