"Hey, Old Zhai, that's not very sporting of you!"
As Zhai Defeng lunged forward with her dagger, Su Xuan yanked the blanket off the bed and threw it over her. At the same time, he sprang from the bed. With a twist of his wrist, he unleashed a palm strike, imbued with the Ruyi Tai Chi force he had been accumulating for a long time.
The moment the blanket enveloped Zhai Defeng, his palm struck home.
With a dull thud, Zhai Defeng was sent flying backward with the blanket, crashing heavily into the wall behind her.
CRASH!
A landscape painting hanging on the wall fell to the ground.
"Damn it, how can you be so strong!"
Zhai Defeng threw off the blanket, blood already seeping from the corner of her mouth. She then scrambled out of Su Xuan's room in a panic.
"Want to take this outside?" Su Xuan smiled and followed her.
