Chapter 650: 650 spewing blood while flying
If she had revealed her true strength from the beginning, Dai Songling would have been on guard, and it wouldn’t have been easy for her to win. But now, having deliberately suppressed her strength and struck him with two palms, inflicting internal injuries on him, defeating him wouldn’t be so difficult anymore.
"What a cunning brat, to actually plot against this old man!" Dai Songling had been well-known for many years, how could he not see through Mu Hanyan’s intentions? He was shaking with anger.
He was originally a Sword Master First Rank, and with his internal organs damaged and his Qi not circulating smoothly, he couldn’t exert his strongest power; it was indeed difficult to block Mu Hanyan’s palm strike.
Seeing Mu Hanyan’s palm strike stirring up a storm, Dai Songling no longer dared to be careless and immediately struck out with his own palm.
"You old guy, have you no shame? Wasn’t it agreed that you would take three strikes? Why are you retaliating now?"
"To think you’re some steward of the Mo Family, were your words just hot air?"
"He was always full of hot air; he already let one rip earlier, and it stank." Seeing Dai Songling’s unreliability, not waiting for three strikes before counterattacking, the onlooking crowd was filled with disdain, swearing loudly.
Dai Songling’s face turned a steely blue, pretending not to hear, his palm strike was even more ruthless.
What does it matter if he’s not honorable? It’s still better than being injured by Mu Hanyan. If he lost his life or his cultivation was crippled, what use would honor be?
His palm struck out like shocking thunder landing, with a heavy and oppressive aura sweeping out as if invisible mountains were pressing down on everyone’s heads.
A Sword Master, this fellow really wasn’t falsely acclaimed, truly a high-level expert of the Sword Master Realm.
Seeing this palm strike, everyone finally believed in Dai Songling’s true strength. Looking at Mu Hanyan, there was now a hint of concern in their eyes. Although from the previous encounter, it seemed that Mu Hanyan’s true strength was much stronger than it appeared on the surface, otherwise, she couldn’t have made Dai Songling let out such smelly farts. But even if she was stronger, could she really be stronger than a Sword Master and withstand Dai Songling’s full-powered palm?
"Hanyan, Brother Han Yan, be careful!" Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun had not expected Dai Songling to be so shameless, their hearts leapt to their throats, and they couldn’t help but shout loudly.
However, in a head-on duel, and not a sneak attack from behind, absolute strength determined everything; what use was being careful?
Watching the two drawing closer, and Dai Songling’s palm strike with overwhelming momentum, everyone’s hearts sank. After this palm strike, Mu Hanyan, if not dead, would probably be left with only half a life.
Just then, a flash of golden light patterns suddenly appeared, like the dazzling sun at noon, nearly blinding those who saw it.
With a "boom", a blast rose to the sky, and the two finally clashed with palm against palm.
Under the turbulent airflow, the long-standing inn collapsed with a roar, and a cloud of dust rose, like dense fog.
A figure, like a kite with its string cut, flew out from the midst.
Looking at that figure, everyone was stunned.
The one flying out wasn’t Mu Hanyan, but Dai Songling!
How could this be possible? Dai Songling was a genuine Sword Master, how could he be sent flying by a palm from Mu Hanyan. And as he flew, he spewed blood violently, obviously suffering serious injuries.
Watching this scene, the crowd even forgot to cheer, and the courtyard fell dead silent.
"Boom!" Another dull sound, the courtyard wall was broken through by Dai Songling, creating a large hole, and bricks pitter-pattered down. Dai Songling tried to stand up, but just as he got halfway up, he was hit by the falling debris, dizzy and disoriented, he lay prostrate on the ground again.