My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 387 - 0387: Yaksha Submits

Chapter 387: Chapter 0387: Yaksha Submits

"Hahaha, I really thought you had some clever trick up your sleeve, but you were just hiding a one-star level of strength. Too bad you’re still no match for me."

The Yaksha, having the absolute upper hand, burst into wild laughter.

"Old timer, wait until you kill me before feeling so smug!"

Tang Ming was completely unaffected by the other’s taunts, and as the fight continued, the black Gang Qi around his body became denser and denser.

Ultimately a star short in cultivation, coupled with the opponent’s rich combat experience, as they clashed, the Yaksha seized upon a flaw in Tang Ming’s defense and swung his fist viciously towards Tang Ming’s chest.

At that moment, Tang Ming had no way to dodge or dissipate the force of the attack, and had no choice but to stand his ground and fight back hard.

"Ha!" Forced into this situation, Tang Ming roared angrily and threw his own fist directly at the opponent’s fist.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, the Yaksha’s body was sent flying like a cannonball, while the Gang Qi around Tang Ming collapsed loudly, and he turned pale, but he stood unharmed in his original spot.

"How is this possible?"

After steadying himself, the Yaksha looked incredulously at his four broken fingers.

During the punch exchange with Tang Ming, the Yaksha felt a surge of power that didn’t seem to belong to a martial master’s True Qi flowing up Tang Ming’s arm, smashing his attack and breaking his fingers in the process.

"What kind of power is that?"

The Yaksha, enduring the pain, asked with a puzzled face.

"This is the strength that let me challenge you head-on."

Tang Ming stood his ground, looking calmly at the Yaksha.

In that last exchange, Tang Ming had played his trump card, concentrating all the energy stored in his body into his fist at once, and unexpectedly injured the Yaksha, who was of a higher level.

When Shen Yan had tried to run over Tang Ming, who wasn’t yet a martial master, with her car, it was this same move that Tang Ming used to wreck Shen Yan’s car. Now, the Yaksha became the second person fortunate enough to experience this technique.

Although he had managed to injure the Yaksha, Tang Ming was in a very weak state now. He had used up so much energy that he had accumulated by eating so much food, and he was unable to launch that kind of attack a second time. If the Yaksha charged him now, it would be disastrous.

"Brat, you do have some skills," the Yaksha said, staring intently at Tang Ming, then sneered,

"But that must have been your strongest card. After one use, your energy has weakened a lot. You probably can’t launch a second attack now, can you?"

"So what if I can’t?"

Tang Ming stood there giggling, but inwardly he helplessly thought that what the other said was spot-on; in his current state, he indeed couldn’t deploy that kind of energy attack again. But it was already time to bring things to a close.

"Even though my right hand is injured, I can crush you with just my left hand."

The Yaksha raised his left hand and roared, about to continue his assault on Tang Ming.

"Thump."

The Yaksha had just taken a step forward when his body uncontrollably toppled over, and his entire face smashed straight into the ground.

"That’s not using one hand to deal with me; that’s a classic face-plant."

Tang Ming couldn’t help but burst into laughter, slowly walking towards the Yaksha.

Yaksha, in excruciating pain, laboriously turned over and exclaimed in disbelief:

"What’s happening? How could I possibly be poisoned?"

"Oh, my, you’re not so senile after all, still aware you’ve been poisoned!" Tang Ming walked up to Yaksha, patting him down and finding a few hundred dollars on his person, "I’m saying, you’re way too poor for a martial master, carrying just this little cash is a disgrace."

"You, how exactly did you manage to poison me? With my cultivation, it’s impossible for me to be poisoned by someone. Just how did you do it?"

Yaksha had no interest in bantering with Tang Ming, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hehe, you want to know, huh?" Tang Ming pocketed the cash and said mischievously:

"I’m not going to tell you, I’ll just let you suffocate in ignorance."

If Yaksha’s cultivation was directly attacked by a powerful poison, he would have detected it immediately and could have used his formidable cultivation to suppress the toxicity, even if he couldn’t continue to take down Tang Ming, he could have retreated safely. At the least, if he decided to run, Tang Ming would have had a hard time catching up.

Unfortunately for him, Tang Ming’s Poison Skill was much more insidious than normal poisons. When he activated his Poison Skill, his Gang Qi would become infused with lethal poison. Since the severe toxins blended seamlessly with his own Gang Qi, outsiders would not detect them at all.

Previously, during Tang Ming’s fight with Yaksha, their Gang Qi clashed, and Tang Ming’s Poison Power began to seep into Yaksha’s Gang Qi little by little. This was a method to slowly poison an enemy. By the time the poison took effect, even a Three-star Martial Master wouldn’t be able to fend it off, which is why Yaksha ended up in his current state.

"You, you are taking this too far." Seeing Tang Ming making light of the situation, Yaksha seethed with anger and shut his eyes tight.

"I’ve roamed the world all my life, I never thought I’d fall into your hands. If so, then just kill me!"

"Oh, old man, you sure are not afraid of death." Tang Ming looked at Yaksha with surprise.

"As an assassin, I’ve long been indifferent to life and death. How else would I be able to kill people?"

Yaksha responded proudly with a cold snort.

"Dying won’t be so easy for you. Right now, I’m very interested in your Poison Widow," Tang Ming said with a smile, narrowing his eyes as he spoke:

"And I’m also curious about who is willing to pay to have me eliminated. Just tell me the information I want, and I might consider sparing you."

"Hahaha, you think I’m a rat that fears death. Dream on if you think you can get any information from me."

Yaksha laughed wildly, resolutely saying, "Kill or mutilate if you wish, I won’t blink, for that would not be the Yaksha."

"A tough nut, huh? I love tough nuts!" Tang Ming’s mouth curled into a slight smile as he squatted down, gesturing with his hand in front of Yaksha:

"I’m proficient in the Bone Separation Technique, capable of dismantling all the bones in a person’s body without letting them die, leaving them as a pile of flesh with no skeletal support. If you refuse to cooperate, then I’m afraid I’ll have to take offense!"

"Scare me? You’re too green... Ah!" Yaksha was cut short as he felt a sharp pain in his ribs.

"Let’s start by removing one rib as a greeting gift," Tang Ming said with a smile, looking at Yaksha who was sweating profusely:

"The taste isn’t bad, right? This is just the beginning. There was a tough nut before who insisted on defying me, but after I dismantled over twenty of his bones, he finally gave in. How long do you think you can last?"

"You little brat, stop with the tricks, show me what you’ve got."

Yaksha, enduring the intense pain, still posed with an unyielding attitude.

"Then I won’t hold back," Tang Ming’s eyes flashed with coldness, and then...

A few minutes later, Yaksha, at death’s door, admitted defeat!