The wooden stick fell rhythmically.
Each strike was perfectly timed, not too heavy, not too light, just enough to make Map feel an opening sensation.
Qin Hao's face showed growing excitement.
Admittedly, venting by hitting someone was quite an amusing thing.
The more he hit, the more comfortable he felt, and the happier he became!
Unfortunately, this happiness didn't last long.
A thunderous shout rang out: "Enough!"
Boom!
The sound was like a thunderbolt, causing Qin Hao's eardrums to burst for a moment.
He instinctively paused, but as his body recovered, he grew angry inside. You shout, and I stop? Who do you think you are!
He was about to smash the stick down.
A murderous intent descended from the sky, almost making his hair stand on end.
Qin Hao instinctively dodged.
Then, a watermelon-sized rock smashed into the spot where he had just been.
Thunk!
The rock hit the ground, producing a dull sound.
Enough to make one imagine the weight of that strike.
