No one could tell what was happening with the palm strike just now, but after this one, everyone noticed that something was wrong with Dai Songling's expression. His face was distorted, as if he was laughing and crying at the same time. No one knew what was going on.
Could it be that Mu Hanyan's two palm strikes were more than they appeared, and had already caused internal injuries to Dai Songling? But, was this legendary dandy of the Mu family really so powerful?
Just as everyone was full of doubts and guessing, suddenly, a long muffled sound came from Dai Songling. Then, there was another series of short muffled sounds like a machine gun.
Then, a foul smell spread.
"Oh, it stinks so much! The old guy is so fart-edged after being beaten!" Finally, people realized what was going on and backed away, covering their noses.
As the ancients said, loud farts are not smelly and stinky farts are not loud, but serial farts are both smelly and loud. It is true that they are not saying anything more than an exaggeration. Everyone is feeling the stink.
"What did you eat yesterday? Why does it stink so much?" Mo Yanhong and others also jumped to the side, covering their noses and looking at Dai Songling with disgust.
Dai Songling was so ashamed that he wanted to kill himself. He had finally suppressed the turbidity, but it was released again like this. Now, it was comfortable, but it was humiliating, extremely embarrassing.
"Manager Dai is indeed very skilled. Take my last palm strike." Mu Hanyan seized the opportunity and slapped him again.
"Didn't you just say you gave up?" Dai Songling asked angrily.
"I said you should admit defeat only when you really can't do it, but you've been beaten to death, and you might be pissed and shit in the next blow. Why should I admit defeat?" Mu Hanyan said with a look of looking at an idiot.
"You little bastard, how dare you play with me!" Dai Songling flew into a rage. He'd been holding it in so hard he'd even farted, waiting for Mu Hanyan to admit defeat and apologize. Little did he know she was playing him, and rubbing salt in his wounds. How could he not be furious?
"In the last two palm strikes, I only used 70% of my strength. This time, I will use all my strength." Mu Hanyan's expression turned cold and she said coldly.
Bragging, you think you are really a swordsman, and you even use 70% strength. Dai Songling thought with disdain. He still had full confidence in his own strength and would never believe that Mu Hanyan could injure his internal organs with only 70% strength.
That's right, it was not until he let out that series of loud farts that he realized that his internal organs were injured by Mu Hanyan. Even if he was careless and underestimated the enemy, even if Mu Hanyan was a peak great swordsman, she should not have been able to hurt him if she did not use her full strength.
In his opinion, Mu Hanyan's words were nothing more than bluffing, and she might even want to use his name to flatter him.
Being able to beat the shit out of a master swordsman should be something you can be proud of... cough... cough...
But he soon found out that he was wrong.
Although Mu Hanyan's palm strike was not very powerful, it was faintly mixed with the power of wind and thunder. It was obvious that she had concentrated her energy to the extreme, and it was almost twice as strong as the previous two palm strikes.
Such strength is not just a matter of surpassing the masters of the same level by a lot, it is simply several times greater. It can be said that he has already stepped half a foot into the realm of sub-sword masters. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the best under the sword masters.
Finally knowing Mu Hanyan's true strength, Dai Songling's face changed drastically and he felt a chill in his heart.
Seeing his expression change, Mu Hanyan sneered in her heart.
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