1318 It's My Turn Now!
Qiao Mu blinked at that old big brother, whose face had darkened, through the water spiritual barrier.
"Why are they so puny?" She was mumbling to herself, but she was also anxious for the old big brother to clear up her doubts. She couldn't help but flail her petite hands around, but even so, the water streams shuttled between her fingers without ever hitting the ground.
With such precise control over the water spirit, she was still, still, still not! Still not satisfied! Brother Tu looked like he was about to spew out blood.
Eldest Qin couldn't resist bursting out in laughter.
"Qiaoqiao, you still haven't crossed into the spiritual realm!" He couldn't resist reminding this muttering little fellow, "Strictly speaking, you are not a spiritual cultivator. The water spiritual energy you are able to manipulate should be attributed to a stroke of good fortune."
Qiao Mu immediately wilted when she heard this. Ah, she had forgotten about that.
Right now, Brother Tu was already having thoughts of retreat. He perceived that the current situation was very disadvantageous to them.
He sent the people beside him a look.
However, just as they were about to flee, Qiao Mu abruptly rushed up and struck a fistful of mystic energy at Brother Tu's head.
Brother Tu narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms before him to block.
This mystic energy strike made him sway slightly but was unable to knock him off balance.
Of course, as a level-four spiritual cultivator, he had nothing to fear from the little fellow's mystic energy attacks.
"How can an ant topple a tree!!" Brother Tu sneered, "You're lucky today that this old man is letting you off…"
*Wham!* He crossed his arms in front again to block the little fellow's rapid-fire fist.
"How can an ant topple a tree!!"
*Wham!!*
"How can an ant topple a tree!!" Brother Tu staggered three steps backwards as his face flushed red.
F*ck, are you done yet!
Everyone: "…"
Why did they find this inexplicably hilarious?
After Qiao Mu punched Brother Tu three times, forcing him backwards, she inhaled deeply. She then unceasingly harnessed the mystic energy in her branch arteries and accurately punched Brother Tu again and again.
Each punch that was hurled sonorously at Brother Tu contained the full might of a level-fourteen mystic cultivator.
"Previously, you hit me with 13 palm strikes. Thus, I need to pay 26 back to you. Courtesy demands reciprocity!"
*Rumble, rumble, rumble!!* A series of phantom-like fist currents erupted like thunderbolts, and everyone could only see fists raining down. At the beginning, they could even see that petty person comically squirming this way and that inside the spiritual barrier.
Strong winds accompanied her punches' afterimages, and everyone realized in horror that they couldn't even capture her movement.
This fellow looked like she was dancing a hilarious dance, but in reality, she was punching and dodging back and forth so rapidly that it left everyone breathless!
After this round of punches ended, everyone simply had not been able to count clearly whether she had freaking landed 26 punches or not.
They only saw her retreat several steps backward with a flash, pressing her palms downward as her closing move to guide her energy to her dantian. After she exhaled the air she had collected in her puffed up cheeks, she suddenly reprimanded while raising up her stoic face, "How can a speck of light contend with the brightness of the sun and moon!"
Everyone: "…"
"Pfft." After someone took the lead and burst out laughing, there was no stopping the hundred-men team from getting infected.
Why did they feel that this child was so funny…
Yet when they looked at the scene again, they couldn't help but also be apprehensive.
The little fellow had beaten that unlucky Brother Tu into a pit with 26 punches. He was just lying there flat on his back, unable to budge even after some time.
