Chapter 36: The Mud Path Escape
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So Yin Zhe inhaled softly, the breath being sucked into his lungs felt like smooth water. He planted his feet wide and stretched his arms outward, then he lifted his legs slightly while taking a wide stance like someone whose making himself as big as possible to catch falling rain.
If he could catch even a single strike from each person, the RP would add up faster.
With this adjustment of his body, the cultivators began to hit him. Everyone was trying to get a piece of him. some of them just hit him because the bodies behind them pushed them too close. Fists smacked against his arms, shoulders, chest, ribs, and sometimes even his thighs. The sound came like a rapid drum beat but with no rhythm.
pah—pah—thump—pang—thud!. Slap.
Some of the cultivators yelled as they swung their fists, due to their hands hurting from hitting him too hard.
