"You! Let go of me!" Yunli struggled in terror, only to find that the strength and movement technique she had always taken pride in were now like oxen sinking into the sea. The energy around her had been locked down tight by a terrifying force, and she could not even move a finger.
"I can't take it anymore," Mo Wang's voice came from above her, carrying a finally undisguised sort of menace. "If I don't teach you a lesson, it looks like you really won't know the weight of my name!"
With that, he raised his hand and brought it down without the slightest hesitation, solid and firm—
Smack!
The crisp, ringing sound echoed down the silent long street.
"Ah—!" Yunli let out a short cry of pain, followed by even greater shame and fury. "How dare you! You actually dare...!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mo Wang paid no attention to her shouting at all. His palm rose and fell, the force controlled just right—it would not truly injure her bones or tendons, but it absolutely hurt enough to leave a deep impression, to say nothing of the shame that sank into her very marrow.
"Bastard! Let go of me! I'm going to tell my grandpa! I'll make you... ah!"
"Wuwu... It hurts! Stop hitting me! I was wrong, okay?!"
Smack! Smack!
"I really was wrong! I gave the sword back! Please stop hitting me... it hurts so much!"
At first, Yunli could still stubbornly curse and shout, but very quickly it turned into cries of pain and pleas for mercy. In the end, only sobs tinged with tears and futile struggles were left. However, the power restraining her did not budge in the slightest. She could only watch helplessly as she endured one slap after another, the burning pain on