Master Ma rested for a long time before standing up. He looked at Ling Yun with a hint of cowardice, as he had not expected Ling Yun to strike with such agility, suspecting the man must have trained.
The little one shook her head, thinking to herself how utterly ridiculous this Ma Daha was. Could he not be an actor? He was beaten yet still insisted on getting up.
Beibei said, "Auntie, report him. He is just an actor, deliberately feeding kills to the handsome uncle."
Little Irene burst into a loud, happy laugh!
Master Ma let out two breaths of air, then claimed he was just getting into his groove and had merely let Ling Yun have two moves earlier.
"Despicable and shameless! You couldn't beat my master, so you poisoned his water."
"You don't deserve to be human."
"You don't deserve to be human!"
"Master, let your disciple request to fight!"
"I'll go!"
"Let me do it."
A crowd of disciples began scrambling to volunteer.
Master Ma smiled with gratification. "No need. Watch how your master uses the ultimate kill, the supreme art of our Hun Yuan Yi Ji Sect, to finish off this kid in a second."
Ling Yun had waited for him for ages and was already thoroughly impatient, while this Ma Daha was dawdling yet again.
Bang!
Ling Yun gave him a very straightforward punch, bruising the latter's eye socket until it was as dark as a panda's.
The little one laughed out loud!
Pfft!
Amid the shouts of his disciples, Master Ma spewed a mouthful of blood, then passed out and was sent to the hospital while his disciples fled in panic!
What supreme art?
Bah!
Deceivers of the world and stealers of fame, their master couldn't even fight, and this bunch of disciples