Seeing the horsewhip lash toward his face, the brocade-clad burly man, Jiao Tai, looked slightly startled, his eyes widening round.
He had apparently never expected that Wei Tu, who had always been mild-tempered and modest within the Dan Residence, would strike so ruthlessly in that instant.
He had misjudged him!
Anxious, Jiao Tai's throat bobbed. He forced down his fear of Wei Tu and twisted sideways, reaching out with his right hand to seize the tip of Wei Tu's whip.
He too had come from a martial master's background. Though he did not think himself a match for Wei Tu, he was confident that he could catch the whip's tip and evade this lash Wei Tu had swung at him.
However.
The next instant.
Jiao Tai saw the whip's tip before him turn into a phantom, slipping straight past his outstretched right hand and landing on his right cheek.
At once, Jiao Tai felt a searing pain in his right cheek, along with the prickling itch of blood flowing from the wound.
The sound came after.
Only then did the explosive crack of the horsewhip whipping through the air reach him.
But what terrified Jiao Tai was that he heard the sound only in his left ear. His right ear had gone temporarily deaf in that instant.
"No, it's been ruined. The eardrum in my right ear was probably shattered by the lingering force of that whip..."
Jiao Tai touched the itching rim of his ear. Seeing blood on his fingers, he was horrified, yet immediately understood.
"Brother Jiao, do you still intend to block Wei at the door?" Wei Tu glanced at Jiao Tai and asked coldly.
That horsewhip strike had already inflicted a light injury on Jiao Tai, yet Jiao Tai still showed no intention of yielding. He