Fortunately, Sun Dashi was only shaken.
He rambled a little,
but he had no intention of leaving Xu Feng without an explanation.
Xu Feng appeared to be listening closely, but part of his attention had already shifted to his fingers.
He hadn't noticed anything during the fight.
Now that things had slowed down, the two fingers on his right hand hurt like hell.
Every finger was connected to the heart. His Sword-Finger Gesture had certainly looked dashing and worked wonders.
But now that the adrenaline had worn off, his hand was trembling.
A quick glance at his fingers
had shown him they were already starting to swell.
The good news was that no bones were broken.
The bad news was that the swelling might take days to go down. Until then, he couldn't hold a needle.
He wondered whether the Dragon-Tiger Plaster would help. Bumps and bruises were hard to avoid once he ventured out into the world.
He could bear the pain easily enough. What disappointed him was the feeling that his strength still fell short.
Of course, things were much better than before.
Among the three of them, Sun Dashi would once have been the strongest.
As a Yellow River Corpse Collector, he made his living on the Yellow River through brute strength and practiced skill.
Skill might let a man move a thousand pounds with four ounces of force, but he still needed those four ounces.
Yet in the fight just now, Xu Feng had been the strongest of the three.
He had strength, but he lacked technique.
He had exerted himself the wrong way again and again, leaving his whole body sore. He knew that if he dared rest after tonight, he would ache all over.
So Xu Feng merely felt disappointed.
Sun Dashi, on the