That all happened too fast.
Many of them were already Eighth-level Martial Artists.
And yet, they were all knocked down without so much as touching the hem of Zhao Rui's clothes.
"Alright, get up. It's not like I hit any of your acupoints."
Zhao Rui clapped his hands and said casually.
"Coach, you can hit my acupoints anytime!"
Just then, a woman on the floor, dressed in a sports tank top and shorts, winked coquettishly and spoke in a delicate voice.
Hearing this, the others all broke into knowing, sleazy grins.
They laughed as they looked at Zhao Rui, expecting such a young guy to be thin-skinned and easily embarrassed.
It was their way of scoring a point back, in a sense.
"Oh, really?"
Zhao Rui's eyes glinted. He flicked a finger, and a burst of Mirage Finger Force shot across the distance, striking her Danzhong Acupoint.
With a yelp of pain, the woman collapsed to the floor again, curling into a ball and shivering uncontrollably.
