The two men had not expected a village girl to be so formidable; they were overwhelmed in just a few moves and could only lie on the ground wailing.
Not until both men were simultaneously struck to the ground, begging for mercy with tears and snot, did Yang Ruxin finally stop. She glanced at the Black Gold Whip in her hand, which she had taken from Zhao Feihu's house. Both Gu Qingheng and Gu Yao had said that this whip was extremely precious, impervious to water and fire, and even able to extend and retract. She had practiced with it a few times when she had spare moments in the past few days, and now it seemed it truly obeyed her will.
Gu Yao had also said that once her basic skills were solid enough, he would teach her a set of whip techniques. However, for dealing with these people, fancy techniques were unnecessary; random whipping was more than sufficient.
