In Martial Arts, You're No Match for Me

Ji Yuan's two resounding slaps had not been gentle pats. He had put real force into them. Had it been anyone beside her, one slap would have spun their head one hundred and eighty degrees; after the second, their head would have left their body.

The woman who had taken those two slaps was no ordinary person, yet under the current circumstances, she still suffered badly. Her pretty face swiftly swelled as she clutched it and stared at Ji Yuan in shock.

After cursing her twice, Ji Yuan immediately continued.

"What? You still dare glare at me? Was I wrong to call you shameless? If you had even a shred of shame, even if you were sneaking around with a lover, you ought to be crying your eyes out by now. Yet today, in this Buddhist Holy Land, you dared commit such wanton acts. Did you think that, being in a foreign land, no one would recognize you?"

The scholar whom the woman had knocked down earlier also cautiously got to his feet and quietly shrank back into the crowd. At a time like this, any tender feelings for a beautiful woman were best cast aside.

The people around them began pointing at the woman clutching her face.

"Oh my, so this woman did such things?"

"Is that true? She's that wanton?" "How could it be false? Just look at her..."

Some older female pilgrims found such a woman especially intolerable and began coldly criticizing her from the side.

"Look at how she threw herself at that scholar just now. She clearly did it on purpose." "Yes, yes, I saw it too. She really has no shame!"

"Hehe, didn't that Great Mister say so? This isn't the first or second time she's sneaked around with men. Looking at that bosom,