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The whip skills of Zhuoma from Miao Village are quite impressive indeed. She has clearly put in great effort into mastering it, and coupled with her Level 4 strength, it is not surprising that she can overpower many men in the village.

The black whip shadows were heavy, looking as if countless whip shadows had locked down all the surrounding space, seemingly sealing off all of Qin Fang's escape routes.

When the people from Gelan Tribe saw Zhuoma make her move, they immediately shouted in support, cheering for Zhuoma and using various dialects to scorn Qin Fang.

Almost everyone was waiting for the moment when their goddess, Zhuoma, would knock down Qin Fang and then mercilessly whip him.

The only exceptions were a few individuals, like Zhuoda, who was wearing a bitter expression as he looked at his sister and then at Song Qingshan, whom he revered as a divine messenger.

He had noticed that Song Qingshan's expression was very calm, showing no concern whatsoever, and he did not seem inclined to intervene...

Zhuoma's strength was clear to Zhuoda, but thinking of Song Qingshan's imperviousness to blades and guns, and his feat of bear-slaying with his bare hands, Zhuoda felt utterly powerless to resist.

However, on their journey here, Zhuoda had seen the relationship between Song Qingshan and Qin Fang, which appeared very equal, and if anything, Song Qingshan seemed slightly lower in status than Qin Fang.

As for Qin Fang's actual strength, Zhuoda really had no idea; he hadn't seen Qin Fang in action himself but had seen him save a child from a swiftly moving leopard, and the speed at which he then departed was arguably faster than horseback...

The more he thought about it, the more worried Zhuoda became for his sister, fearing she might get hurt or be at a disadvantage...

Snap, snap, snap~~

The black long whip moved swiftly through the air, occasionally producing such crisp sounds, while Qin Fang's figure swiftly maneuvered through the whip shadows.

It looked like the figures and whip shadows were continuously overlapping, yet none struck Qin Fang...

Initially, Auntie Song and Uncle Wen were worried that Qin Fang might be at a disadvantage and were about to have Song Qingshan step in to rescue him; the whip, made of well-tanned cowhide and python skin, was extremely solid and heavy—if it hit someone, it would undoubtedly cause severe injuries.

Being hit by it was immensely painful and would leave deep scars, and a strike to the face could disfigure someone.

However, while they were full of worry, Qin Fang seemed to be handling it with ease, moving constantly yet never getting touched once.

Zhuoma's face showed clear surprise, obviously shocked by Qin Fang's strength. Since mastering her whip skills, few had been able to dodge them as comfortably and effortlessly as he did...

Qin Fang's steps, in fact, were not very brisk; almost every time, he moved just a tiny bit right before the whip reached him.

But it was precisely these tiny movements that made it so Zhuoma's whip couldn't hit him.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can keep this up..."

Zhuoma was becoming infuriated; the more she failed to hit Qin Fang, the more anxious she became, her actions speeding up and her rhythm gradually becoming disrupted.

As her rhythm fell apart, her moves became disorderly, turning into a flurry of chaotic strikes...

It's said that wild punches can kill a master, but against a true expert, fighting like this is akin to someone using Tortoise Fist against a proficient combat sport athlete—it's sure to end very badly.

The situation was gradually evolving in this direction...

Zhuoma's rhythm was disrupted, her breathing uneven, and the trajectories of her whip became increasingly chaotic, slowing down. Qin Fang seemed even more at ease.

To those tribe members unfamiliar with martial arts, they might not see much, but anyone trained could tell what was happening.

As for Song Qingshan, there was never any worry from him at all.

Uncle Wen had also practiced martial arts; although he wouldn't last long in a match and would quickly be hit, he could still see that Qin Fang was starting to gain the upper hand now.

Zhuoda, Zhuoma's brother, had practiced some routines and moves too. Seeing his usually domineering and assertive sister being pushed to this state, he already knew that her defeat was likely assured.

Indeed—

"Let go..."

All eyes focused on Qin Fang as he called out softly, only to hear Zhuoma cry out in surprise, followed by the sight of her whip suddenly soaring into the air.

No, it was snatched by Qin Fang, who directly pulled the whip's tip away...

"Whoosh~~"

The outcome came so unexpectedly fast that many were caught off guard, never even considering that this could be the result.

Throughout the fight, Zhuoma's whip work had been mesmerizing, producing constant cracking sounds, forcing Qin Fang to dodge incessantly just to barely manage.

But unexpectedly, just when it looked like Qin Fang couldn't hold on any longer, he directly seized Zhuoma's whip—the fruits of victory suddenly snatched away.

"Miss, you've lost..."

With a flick of his wrist, the long whip had naturally come into his hands, and he said with a smile.

Zhuoma's whip skills were indeed quite good; at the start, they even made Qin Fang break out in a cold sweat several times, nearly hitting him.

It was just that Zhuoma's strength was limited, and her speed was a tad slow. Had she been a Level 5 Expert, it would have been a close call for Qin Fang, and if she had been a Master Level Fighter, it's likely Qin Fang would have been whipped severely...

This set of whip techniques was clearly a highly sophisticated skill, so exquisite that even Qin Fang couldn't help but be impressed, possibly originating from a prestigious sect.

He could have taken Zhuoma's long whip and ended the fight earlier, but seeing the elegance of the techniques, he couldn't resist engaging longer. Qin Fang patiently entangled with Zhuoma until he gradually mastered her whip techniques, then resolved the fight directly.

"You... give it back!"

The little girl, seeing her whip taken away just like that, suddenly showed deep dismay on her fair little face, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She had realized early on that she was no match for Qin Fang, but since Qin Fang hadn't counterattacked, she tried to seize the opportunity to turn the tables, even if it meant regaining a bit of dignity in losing.

But in the end, she couldn't salvage her dignity; not only did she lose the contest, but her beloved whip was also taken by this detestable outsider.

The little girl Zhuoma, who had seldom faced such grievances, immediately felt heartbroken. She was indignant and wanted her whip back while also feeling a strong urge to cry.

"Uh..."

Seeing this reaction from little Zhuoma, Qin Fang looked helpless, not expecting her to be so thin-skinned—to cry immediately upon losing—

"Never mind, she's still a little girl, why should I stoop to her level?"

Qin Fang had always disliked seeing women cry, let alone such a young girl. Wanting to avoid any trouble, he immediately shook his arm, throwing the whip back to Zhuoma...

"Here, take it back!"

To Qin Fang, the whip was of no use, and since he had won this round, the matter could naturally be settled.

Seeing her whip returned, Zhuoma's tearful expression immediately changed. With a slight movement, she quickly retrieved the whip back into her hands.

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