Mo Qiang did not swing her hoe at Shen Tu, she practically and literally turned it into a hammer which she continued to swing like she was using it to perform tricks. Like a drummer did when he or she threw the sticks in the air and caught them before bringing the sticks down and then hitting them on the surface of the drum.
She did the same with the hoe. It was just that in front of Mo Qiang, there was no drum, and she was smashing her hoe on the back of a woman while doing her absolute best to whack the soul of the poor woman out of her body.
" Ack! ACK! Please have mercy! I yield! I am willing to yield!" Shen Tu did not expect that Mo Qiang would be this ruthless. She felt like every bone in her body was hurting and was on the verge of snapping in half. In fact, she was sure that if this continued, even the bone barrow inside her bones would start hurting. "Please! I am begging you! Enough! Stop hitting me!"
