Chapter 230: Mysterious Person
Yusuf Zuck’s arm was pierced through by that knife, but fortunately, it didn’t hit the bone; it grazed the edge of the bone.
That was because he reacted quickly and dodged. If he hadn’t dodged, it’s likely that the knife would have stabbed not his arm, but his chest.
One had to admit that the Grandmasters of internal martial arts were monsters; they had reached that level of using Qigong to control force, defying natural science.
Take Tripp Greer, for example, who could jump several meters high and then stand on tree branches without falling. This kind of skill, this defiance of the laws of physics, was something very few people could achieve.
However, no matter how advanced in martial arts one was, they were still vulnerable to kitchen knives. Yusuf Zuck was not a practitioner of internal martial arts, and he hadn’t even fully mastered external martial arts, but he still managed to kill the so-called Qigong master with his own skills and his wits in adapting to the situation.
Of course, thinking back on it afterwards was frightening.
Driving through the night, Yusuf arrived at Zuck Family Domain where he bought medicinal patches, anti-inflammatory drugs, Yunnan Baiyao, and the like at a night-time pharmacy, then he found a fairly decent hotel, and booked a room.
Having killed someone again, he certainly had to bathe, and he also needed to bandage his wounds. Moreover, he felt that he truly needed some sleep—otherwise, if one day he suddenly died from overexertion, that wouldn’t do!
Going without sleep couldn’t be a good thing, right? Sleep allowed the brain to fully rest and recover strength; only with enough sleep could one be full of energy.
And people who didn’t sleep for long periods were probably at high risk of sudden death.