Chapter 647: 647 Damn, this is bad.
It’s no wonder Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun were so blindly loyal to him, even the kind-hearted innkeeper with no cultivation, Manager Qian, was willing to risk his life to protect him; there was indeed a good reason for it.
With respect in their hearts, everyone stepped back, clearing a space.
"Don’t be afraid of him, Young Master Mu," someone yelled, "he’s just a deceitful old fraudster, soon he’ll show his true colors."
"Right, beat him until even his mother won’t recognize him." They stepped back and cried out in unison, cheering Han Yan on.
Dai Songling’s face turned grim, the cheers felt like loud slaps hitting his face, making it even harder for him to step down.
Humph, show his true colors? Soon I’ll beat this brat until he cries for his parents, and then you’ll all see my real skills, Dai Songli secretly vowed. At this point, he no longer cared about the reputation of the Mu Family; he just wanted to save face.
"Let’s get started," Dai Songling said impatiently to Han Yan.
"First handprint, be careful, Manager Dai." Han Yan concentrated and gathered energy, moved his feet and quickly approached Dai Songling, then struck out with a handprint.
Dai Songling sneered disdainfully when he saw Han Yan’s handprint.
This handprint lacked any significant force; it seemed his initial guess that Han Yan could be an Eighth Rank Swordsman was too generous. Dai Songling secretly despised him, completely missing the cunning look in Han Yan’s eyes.
The Star Power acquired from Yan Yuchu had been fully refined, and half of the power within the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate from Mu Tianlie had also been refined, the effects were more than just a simple increase in strength level.
When running the Cultivation Technique earlier, Han Yan realized her gathered Qi was far denser than ever before; had it not been so, she wouldn’t have been able to manipulate such intense and massive Qi. The logic was simple, just as a person with the strength of ten thousand pounds couldn’t possibly handle a giant stone with ease due to its size; where would they even grasp?
The same applied to Qi; such vast and abundant Qi, if not highly condensed, wouldn’t just be difficult to manipulate, the meridians might not even withstand it, and it would only exist within the broad Heart Meridian, proving her strength but otherwise useless.
The more condensed the Qi, the greater its power, though its presence might seem much less significant.
So although this handprint appeared mild, it actually exceeded the strength of a typical Great Swordsman of the same level.
Let Dai Songling underestimate her; he was in for a harsh lesson.
"With such little strength, you dare to strike me; it’s like a mantis trying to block a chariot, or an ant shaking a big tree. It appears letting you have three strikes earlier was too lenient, perhaps I should have..." Seeing Han Yan’s seemingly weak handprint, Dai Songling couldn’t even bother to block, and stood with his hands held behind him, his face full of satisfied smiles.
At that moment, Manager Dai, with his sleeves floating in the wind and his hair lightly blowing, might have set aside his strength, but in terms of demeanor alone, he was definitely a reclusive master untainted by worldly dust. Even the Sword Saints Han Yan had met before would likely pale in comparison to him.
However, the instant Han Yan’s handprint landed on his chest, Dai Songling’s smile froze, and he seemed to turn to stone.
Damn it, what Seventh or Eighth Rank, this is clearly the peak cultivation of a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman, and even stronger than a typical peak Great Swordsman.
This is bad!
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