" Xuan Yuan Da Bing thought his punch was slow enough that even an ordinary person could dodge it.
But he never expected Xiang Yun to have no intention of dodging at all. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late; he couldn't stop himself.
Full of confidence, Xiang Yun braced himself against the punch, but the next moment, his face contorted, and he flew through the air, tracing a graceful arc.
Rolling on the ground, Xiang Yun felt short of breath, his chest burning with pain, and a sweet taste in his throat. He quickly held it in, knowing what it was, but he couldn't spit it out and lose face.
At this moment, Xuan Yuan Da Bing had already run over, gently helping Xiang Yun up, complaining, "Your Majesty, why didn't you dodge? You frightened this humble subject!"
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