They all call me Great Master-Chapter 708 - 705

The slap was loud.

Lady of Sorrow Miha was directly slapped silly.

This lady stood there dumbfounded, looking at Marinda emerging from the Smoke, and subconsciously retorted—

"You dare to slap me?"

Marinda, with a pipe in her mouth, didn't bother to answer but instead backhanded her again.

Although Lady of Sorrow was stunned by the sudden slap, when faced with the second slap, she reacted in time.

Lady of Sorrow stepped back, leaned her upper body back, trying to dodge.

But she didn't dodge it.

Marinda's backhand slap, although not as sudden as before, was multiple times faster, and, with a slight tremor of her fingertips, it came with a hissing sound of tearing through the air.

It was clear that it contained extremely advanced swordsmanship skills.

Smack!

Crunch!

Louder than before, Miha was directly sent into convulsions, her body spinning sideways in mid-air, flying out.

As everyone knows—

A forward-handed slap is satisfying.

But a backhand slap?

It's not only satisfying but also humiliating for the other party.

If you manage to deliver both a forward and a backhand slap in a row, you can achieve the goal of a critical humiliation.

Lady of Sorrow now felt endless humiliation.

Since she became a He and was revered as 'Lady of Sorrow,' she had never suffered such humiliation.

Not to speak of being slapped.

Even making eye contact with Her would be considered blasphemy.

Even slightly excessive words would be deemed heresy and punished with flaying.

Fury mixed with humiliation, causing Lady of Sorrow to roar.

"Ah!"

With a roar, the lady exploded.

It wasn't a metaphor; she literally exploded—

Her body, like a watermelon that had been sliced open, sent eyes, innards, and various bones, nerves, and blood vessels scattering in all directions with the roar.

Then, they were grabbed back by an invisible force.

Marinda saw where that invisible force came from: it was a small tentacle, right at the position of this body's frontal lobe.

Continuously writhing, like maggots.

And when the organs of this body were pulled back together, it looked nothing like a person.

Legs swapped left and right, arms grew out of the chest, palms were embedded in the ears, one eye was on top of the head, and the other was set in the wrist socket.

The most peculiar were the bones, which stuck out from the body like placed in a flower arrangement.

And the organs were hanging on these bones.

The heart was still beating.

Neither language nor painting could express the strangeness of Miha at that moment.

Because words are not enough to describe it.

And painting?

Anyone who saw this sight would stand there dumbfounded.

And if someone really tried to paint it...

Mad!

That painter could only become a madman!

Not just because of the visual shock but also because of the whispers filling the ears.

Low whispers that caused anxiety and torment.

Eventually, it would turn into pure pain.

Pain so bad it was better to be dead!

Only by becoming a madman could one escape this pain!

Marinda, with her pipe, possessing far superior Spirituality, could hear the whispers even more clearly, but this lady didn't care.

Why should she feel anxious or tormented?

If Miha, who was a hundred times uglier, deserved to live, what had she, beautiful as a flower, to be anxious or tormented about?

No way!

On the contrary, this lady was criticizing and commenting on Miha's appearance.

"Tsk, truly ugly!

You should be thankful that Arthur didn't see you like this.

Otherwise, Arthur would definitely lose his appetite."

Marinda said, and the sparks in her pipe lit up.

The faint scent of herbs, mingled with strands of mint flavor.

But even so, they couldn't cover up that rotten smell.

The smell originated from Marinda's right hand.

The very hand that had just slapped Mikhail across the face twice.

Turning green, swelling, oozing.

Rapidly, Marinda's right hand began to rot away.

"Blasphemer!

Did you think you would get off unscathed?

Accept your punishment!

Your body will suffer pain, and your soul, I will torment it well!"

Mikhail's voice emanated from his chest cavity.

Indistinct of gender and uncomfortable to the ear.

Handicapped by her right hand, Marinda switched to her left to remove the pipe, exhaling a puff of smoke between her lips and nostrils.

The smoke was straight, like a knife or a sword.

Then—

Slash!

Spurt!

Like the sound of a metal blade cutting through flesh, Marinda's right hand along with her forearm fell to the ground, turning into a pool of thick liquid, corroding the surface of the sewer.

Sssss!

In the continuous hissing noises, the surface of the sewer rapidly became pockmarked.

Mikhail was clearly taken aback.

This 'Lady of Sorrow' clearly hadn't anticipated Marinda's resoluteness.

Afterward, the 'Lady of Sorrow' sneered.

"Do you think it's over just like that?

Our battle has only just begun!

And with your right arm lost, how much of your fighting power is left?"

Faced with the 'Lady of Sorrow's' inquiry, Marinda's brow furrowed slightly.

Seeing Marinda's expression, the 'Lady of Sorrow' immediately burst into loud laughter.

Within that grating laughter, Marinda slowly shook her head—

"Really, a maggot-brained fool. Haven't you noticed anything different up until now?"

The calm words from Marinda made the 'Lady of Sorrow's' laughter stop abruptly.

Then, the 'Lady of Sorrow' realized that her own right hand and forearm had fallen to the ground, and rapidly turned into a highly corrosive pool of liquid.

Just like Marinda's right hand and forearm had.

"Voodoo!

You're a witch!"

The 'Lady of Sorrow' exclaimed, and then she screamed out loud.

"Impossible!

Even the Voodoo Power of a witch cannot harm me!

I was once a witch too, I know!"

With a shrill and fierce shout, Marinda held her pipe in her left hand and flipped off the 'Lady of Sorrow' with her middle finger.

"You know jack shit!

Having slumbered for so many years, you who have turned your body into that of maggots, still call yourself a witch? freēwēbnovel.com

Are you worthy?"

"I will teach you what is called the respect due to an elder witch!

Then, I will dig out your secrets from your brain!"

The 'Lady of Sorrow' stifled her sharp laughter, and her gaze took on an interested expression, but Marinda just sighed helplessly.

"Arthur is right.

Speaking with an intelligent person is a pleasure.

Talking to a fool, on the other hand...

It's torture!

No!

It's a stupid, arrogant, outdated Divine Spirit!"

Marinda mocked the other party.

Next, the lady put her pipe back in her mouth, raised her intact left arm, and chanted in a low hum—

"Holy Light!"