The young master still wanted to open his mouth and say something, but the other party's attacks had already arrived. The blows came crashing down right against his face, and in no time at all, smack, smack, smack, smack, they all landed on him. As for the result, well, tsk, tsk, there was no need to imagine it.
Thump, thump, thump!
The string of palm strikes had finally found an outlet, and they hit like hell, rattling his internal organs numb and forcing blood up to his throat.
Still hoping to come out of this well? Dream on.
"I... can I talk to you? Have you gone crazy? You're really crazy!" the young master shouted.
Thump!
Another palm struck the young master squarely, knocking him onto his backside.
The young master's chest felt tight, and his head buzzed. He kept telling himself to stay calm and not let someone lead him around by the nose. As long as he didn't take the other party seriously, the other party was nothing. It was that simple.
Thump!
Another palm came down, striking the young master's shoulder. This time, only his shoulder was within reach.
The young master rolled across the ground and scrambled up. His chest hurt, his shoulder hurt, and there wasn't a part of him that didn't hurt.
This felt fucking awful, unpleasant in the extreme.
No, absolutely not. Things couldn't keep going like this. He would never allow it.
But had the other party even looked him in the eye?
No.
The other party's gaze was so lofty that he simply wasn't in it.
The young master gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, telling himself not to hold it against him. He absolutely wouldn't stoop to this little brat's level. Who the hell was he, anyway?
Thump!
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