Chapter 368: Dürr
Manipulation of Qi was commonplace here, albeit in stranger, weaker methods. They did not cycle Qi throughout their bodies. It was limited. Arms and legs or the head, specific increments. Dasha was able to garner a guess as to how Heidi developed her kicking abilities here.
"Is that all you got, string bean?" taunted a muscular youth with a shaved head. "I thought you said you trained with Heidi herself!"
Laughter erupted from the small ring of spectators as Dürr struggled to regain his footing. He raised his fists, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his side.
"Yeah, right," sneered a girl with multiple piercings on her ears and lips. "As if the ’Bloody Kicker’ would waste her time on a weakling like you. Let me guess: you saw her fight at the Dark Tower and made up some story to sound tough. Next, you’ll say Shadow Blade is your uncle!"
Dürr’s face flushed red. "It’s true!" he protested. "Heidi taught me her special kick. I only... I only need more practice."
This declaration was met with even more derision. A tall, lanky fighter walked up to him, laughing. "Oh yeah? Why don’t you show us this ’special kick’ then? Come on, Dürr the Dud, give us a demonstration! Let’s do a one on one."
A one-on-one? Gritting his teeth, Dürr got up. He was more than happy to. Instantly, catching the fighter off-guard, he went for a punch. Being lanky meant having long arms, however. Dürr’s punch failed to land and instead he was punched. He nearly dropped. His nose was broken. Growling, he charged and his feet swept up sand and struck it in the lanky man’s face.
There! He had time!
Dürr planted his feet and began to spin. He was attempting to recreate the devastating cyclone kick he had seen Heidi perform countless times. But as he rotated, his balance faltered. His foot connected with nothing but air and the momentum sent him crashing to the ground.