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The girl from the Hmong village, Zhuo Ma, was pretty good at using the whip. It was obvious that she had put in a lot of effort in this area. In addition to her level-4 strength, it was not strange for her to be able to suppress so many men in the village.
The shadows of the black whip were so numerous that it looked like countless whip shadows had sealed off the surrounding space. It was as if Qin Fang had no way of retreating.
The people from the Gelan tribe saw Zhuo Ma make a move and immediately started cheering for Zhuo Ma. They used all kinds of native language to mock Qin Fang.
Almost everyone was waiting for Qin Fang to be beaten to the ground by their goddess, Zhuo Ma. Then, he would be ruthlessly whipped.
There were only a few exceptions, such as Zhuo Da. At this moment, he looked bitterly at his sister, then at Song Qingshan, who he respected as the messenger of the gods.
He had already noticed that Song Qingshan's expression was very calm. He was not worried at all, nor did he have any intention of making a move … …
Zhuo Da was very clear that his sister Zhuo Ma was very strong. However, when he thought of Song Qingshan's invulnerability and the magnificent feat of slaughtering a bear with his bare hands, he really could not muster up any strength to resist.
However, along the way, Zhuo Da had seen the relationship between Song Qingshan and Qin Fang. They treated each other as equals. In fact, Song Qingshan's status seemed to be slightly lower than Qin Fang's.
Zhuo Da really did not know how strong Qin Fang was. He had never seen Qin Fang personally make a move, but he had saved the child from the mouth of a terrifyingly fast leopard. Moreover, the speed at which he left was not even comparable to that of a horse … …
The more he thought about it, the more worried Zhuo Da was for his sister. He was afraid that she would be hurt, or be at a disadvantage … …
Pa pa pa ~ ~
That black long whip was rapidly lashing in the air, and from time to time, it emitted a crisp sound. Qin Fang's figure was also rapidly moving within the shadow of the whip.
It seemed like the shadows of the person and the whip were constantly overlapping, but none of them hit Qin Fang … …
Originally, Auntie Song and Uncle Wen were worried that Qin Fang would be at a disadvantage. They were prepared to let Song Qingshan go up and save Qin Fang. The whip was made of cooked cowhide, python skin, and other tanned materials. It was relatively strong and heavy. If one was hit, one's skin and flesh would probably be torn open.
The body was already in pain, leaving deep scars. If it hit the face, it would be almost equivalent to disfigurement.
However, while they were worried, Qin Fang seemed to be at ease. His figure was moving, but he was not hit...
Zhuo Ma, the girl from the Hmong Village, was also surprised. Apparently, she was shocked by Qin Fang's strength. Since she had mastered the whip technique, few people could dodge it so easily, let alone the way he did it so easily and effortlessly …
In fact, Qin Fang's steps were not very diligent. Almost every time when the whip was about to touch his body, he would quietly move a little bit.
But it was this very small movement that Zhuo Ma's whip could not hit Qin Fang.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can last … …"
Zhuo Ma was also angry. The more she could not hit Qin Fang, the more anxious she was. Her movements became faster and faster, and her rhythm was gradually disrupted.
Once the rhythm was disrupted, her movements gradually became disorderly, and it became a random hit … …
Although this random hit could kill an old master, if she really met an expert, such a random hit would be like a person fighting a Sanda master with a tortoise fist. She would definitely die a terrible death.
The current situation was gradually developing in this direction … …
Zhuo Ma's rhythm and breathing were disrupted. The trajectory of the whip became more and more chaotic, and its speed slowed down. Qin Fang seemed to be more at ease.
Seeing such a change, those ordinary tribesmen who did not know martial arts could not see anything, but those who had practiced martial arts could see it.
Needless to say, Song Qingshan was not worried at all.
Uncle Wen also practiced martial arts. Although he would definitely be hit in a few moves if he went on stage, he could see that Qin Fang was beginning to gain the upper hand.
Zhuo Da was Zhuo Ma's brother, and he also practiced a little tricks and moves. At this time, when he saw his sister, who had always been domineering and strong, being forced to such a state, he already knew that his sister was bound to lose.
As expected — —
"Let go … …"
With a soft shout from Qin Fang, everyone's attention was focused on him. They heard Zhuo Ma's cry of surprise, and then saw the whip in Zhuo Ma's hand suddenly fly into the air.
No, Qin Fang grabbed the tip of the whip and pulled it out by force …
"Hua … …"
This result came a little too quickly, and many people did not expect it. In fact, they did not think that the result would be like this from the start.
Along the way, Zhuo Ma's whip had reached the acme of perfection. The 'pa pa pa pa' sounds were incessant, forcing Qin Fang to dodge continuously to barely hold on.
But who would have thought that when Qin Fang was about to lose, he would directly take away Zhuo Ma's whip? The fruit of victory was suddenly snatched away.
"Miss, you lost … …"
Qin Fang's wrist shook, and the whip naturally fell into his hand. He said with a smile.
Zhuo Ma's whip skills were quite good. At the beginning, Qin Fang was shocked to the point where he broke out in a cold sweat. He almost fell for it.
Zhuo Ma's strength was limited, and the speed of its attacks was still a little slow. If it were a Level-5 expert, Qin Fang would have been in danger. If it were a Grandmaster, Qin Fang's flesh would probably have been torn apart … …
This set of whip skills was obviously a set of very high level martial arts, and the moves were exquisite. Qin Fang's eyes lit up, and he guessed that it was probably passed down from a large sect.
He could have taken away Zhuo Ma's whip long ago to end the fight, but when he saw how exquisite this set of whip skills was, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy. So Qin Fang patiently fought with Zhuo Ma until he gradually understood Zhuo Ma's whip skills.
"You … … Give it back to me!"
When the little girl saw that her whip had been snatched away just like that, her fair little face immediately revealed a deep dejection. A layer of mist also appeared in her watery eyes.
She had long realized that she was no match for Qin Fang, but when she saw that Qin Fang didn't counterattack, she wanted to take the opportunity to make a move. Even if she lost, she could at least save some face.
But in the end, she still couldn't save face. Not only did she lose this competition, but her beloved whip was also taken away by this despicable outsider.
Zhuo Ma, who had never been wronged since she was young, was instantly hurt. She angrily wanted to get her whip back, but at the same time, she couldn't help but have the urge to cry.
"Ugh … …"
Seeing Zhuo Ma's reaction, Qin Fang had a helpless expression. He didn't expect this little girl to be so thin-skinned that she would cry immediately after losing.
"Forget it, she's still a little girl after all. Why should I lower myself to her level?"
Qin Fang couldn't bear to see women cry, let alone this kind of little girl who hadn't grown up yet. In addition, he didn't want to cause any trouble, so he immediately shook his arm and threw the whip to Zhuo Ma … …
"I'll give it back to you!"
This whip was useless to Qin Fang. In addition, he won this round, so the matter could naturally be settled.
Seeing that her whip was back, Zhuo Ma's originally teary expression immediately changed. Her body moved slightly, and she immediately kept the whip in her hand.