If he had defended himself just now, it would not have been a problem for him to block Mu Hanyan's palm, but the problem was that he underestimated his opponent and took the palm strike head-on with his chest.
In an instant, the defensive energy in his chest was shattered by Mu Hanyan's palm, and Mu Hanyan's extremely condensed energy poured into his body like a flood. Although he realized the situation was not good and quickly activated his skills to protect his internal organs, his internal organs were still shaken by the powerful force.
Waves of severe pain surged into Dai Songling's head, and his whole body was convulsing. At the same time, foul air was running rampant in his body. He felt nauseous, depressed, dizzy, and wanted to vomit out all the food he had eaten the night before to feel better.
"Manager Dai is indeed very powerful. He was not hurt at all after being hit by my palm." Dai Songling was about to complain when he heard Mu Hanyan say with admiration.
Dai Songling came to his senses immediately. He was the manager of the Mo Mansion and a master of the swordsman level. If he was beaten to the point of vomiting by a junior in front of so many people, he would have no face left and his prestige in the Mo Mansion would plummet.
"Hmph, with your limited strength, you certainly can't hurt me." Helplessly, Dai Songling could only suppress the urge to vomit, suppressing the foul air again, and pretending to be unfathomable. At the same time, he forced a smile, but why did it look so weird?
Pretend, I'll let you keep pretending. Seeing Dai Songling's constipated look, Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud.
"Manager Dai, the second palm is coming." Without giving him a chance to breathe, Mu Hanyan immediately slapped out the second palm.
"What the hell? So fast, and I won't even get a break." Dai Songling was so frustrated that he felt like vomiting blood. The foul air was still coursing through his body, and the movement of his energy made him feel even more nauseous. He felt dizzy and nauseous. How could he possibly block this blow?
No, I can't keep taking the beating like this. Dai Songling moved his shoulders and was about to block. He said he would give in for three moves, but he didn't say he could only stand and take the beating. At worst, he could just not fight back.
But just as he had that thought, before he could even raise his hand, Mu Hanyan's voice drifted over again: "As expected of the Mo Mansion's steward, your strength is truly remarkable. You were able to withstand two of my palms. If that doesn't work, I'll just have to admit defeat and apologize."
Upon hearing this, Dai Songling immediately changed his mind. Others might not know how powerful Mu Hanyan was, but he had personally experienced her. She was at the peak of the Great Swordsman's cultivation, and was significantly stronger than other swordsmen of the same rank.
If he really fought as hard as Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun, he wouldn't necessarily be able to defeat him easily, and even if he did, he wouldn't necessarily win with honor. If he could get him to apologize, that would undoubtedly be the best outcome. Then he could pretend to scold him a few times, saving both face and substance. It would also give him a good reputation as someone who cared deeply for the younger generation.
After weighing the pros and cons, Dai Songling put his hands behind his back and straightened his chest again.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Mu Hanyan's palm was imprinted on his chest again, and endless power surged like a tsunami wave.
Boundless pain invaded his mind again, but what was even more uncomfortable than the pain was that the turbid air that had been suppressed with great difficulty began to run rampant in his body again, making him feel nauseous and want to vomit.
"No, I must not embarrass myself. Hold it in, hold it in." Dai Songling's forehead was covered with cold sweat and his face turned pale, but he still tried hard to remind himself, glared, and used all his strength to suppress the turbid air downwards.
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