The horse trainers struck mercilessly.
Narita Hyoshi screamed miserably, holding his head with both hands, curling his body into a ball and rolling around. Despite the trainers' dozens of whip strikes, all his defenses were in vain.
In just about ten seconds, Narita Hyoshi was whipped motionless, fainting on the ground, his body limp like mud.
Lin Baici glanced at Narita Hyoshi, thinking this guy is truly cowardly.
At this point, he still doesn't resist, doesn't fight to the death, at least dying wouldn't be in vain.
Lin Baici, though dressed in the clothes of a horse-shaped person, found it ill-fitting. The head that had just been skinned not long ago was still bleeding, and as it was worn on Lin Baici's head, the fresh blood ran down Lin Baici's neck.
As soon as he approached, the Horse King noticed this anomaly.
Lin Baici never intended to deceive the opponent; his goal was just to get a little closer. Seeing the Horse King about to speak, Lin Baici suddenly erupted.
