Ning Chen was furious. Who had he provoked? Was taking a wrong turn such a grave offense?
If not for the fact that she was a girl, he would have had the urge to give her a thorough beating.
With a turn of his wheelchair, he dodged the whip and continued on his way.
He comforted himself. He was a man; he could not stoop to arguing with a woman.
Crack.
The whip missed, and the girl's anger flared even higher. The long whip in her hand whistled through the air as she refused to let the matter rest.
Listening to the wind by his ear, Ning Chen's body had already begun to tremble. He reached out and caught the whip, suppressing the fire in his heart only after enduring again and again.
With a casual flick, he endured once more.
She was young and ignorant. He could not be so small-minded.
Crack.
A horizontal whip came flying at him. He dodged.
Crack.
A vertical whip came flying at him. He dodged again.
Crack, crack, crack.
Countless whips came flying. Ning Chen finally snapped. He abruptly turned around and glared at the unruly girl before him, fury burning all the way to the Nine Heavens.
"Are you done yet?!"
He decided he would endure no longer. To hell with good men not fighting women—he had endured enough.
The wheelchair moved, crossing a distance of thirty feet in an instant. His right palm flipped over and struck toward her chest.
The girl was shocked, then even more enraged. Holding the whip in both hands, she braced it horizontally before her chest, but the tremendous force crashed into her. Unable to withstand it, her blood and qi churned as she staggered back several steps.
Ning Chen had still held back. Otherwise, this