I barely had time to steady myself before I was shoved away again. This time, both feet were completely off the ground, but I didn't lose my balance.
As my body flew backward,
I began searching for where this move would land me. Just as I was about to hit the ground again, Old Man Dragon was already standing in front of me, letting out another sharp shout!
"Steel Mountain..."
"Fuck your mother!!!"
I reached out without a word, swung my arm, and slapped the old man squarely across the face!
"Smack!"
With a crisp crack, the old man's final "fuck" was forcibly swallowed. His whole body was knocked sideways, and he slammed hard into the air beside him.
The old man's face instantly warped under that slap. Beads of blood flew from the corner of his mouth. After leaning into the air, he staggered several steps and came directly
to the table holding the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He reached out with a "bang," bracing himself against it. He looked completely dazed from the blow, shaking his head as he held onto the table.
I wasn't doing much better. Those two collisions had shaken my internal organs until they felt like they were trembling. It was incredibly painful.
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The moment my feet touched the ground, I staggered and barely managed to stand steady. I couldn't help reaching out to brace myself against the pillar beside me.
"Cough, cough..."
After coughing lightly twice, the faint itch in my lungs eased a little. Only then did I look up at Old Man Dragon. He wasn't doing well either.
An ordinary person's head would probably have been knocked off by that slap, but the old man was actually fine. He had merely been