Chapter 2272: Don’t judge the sea by its size
"Crackle, crackle..."
Dawson's eyes twitched with rage, his fists clenched, and he was burning with fury.
Since becoming famous, no one had ever dared to disrespect him like this. Even the senior members of the Temple of Priests treated him with respect.
However, this ragged beggar in front of him completely treated him like thin air, showing no respect whatsoever, an indifferent appearance.
It was simply intolerable!
"You filthy beggar! I think you're looking for death!"
Dawson couldn't contain his anger any longer; he finally exploded.
He raised his hand, his palm suddenly struck towards the drunken man's head, the master-level Qi within him erupting suddenly.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, a huge white palm shadow, like Mount Tai crashing down, heavily slammed towards the drunken man.
In an instant, the air distorted, the ground shook, and tea water rippled.
Before the palm shadow even descended, everyone felt their breath stagnate, feeling as if a boulder had been placed on them.
"Good Lord! Such terrifying pressure, it seems Master Dawson is truly furious!"
"Who did this beggar offend? He chose to offend Senior Dawson, he's done for now!"
"Hmph! A guy who thinks nothing of others, deserves to die!"
"..."
Seeing Dawson's furious attack, in addition to being shocked, the onlookers were also somewhat pleased.
The drunken man's background was unclear, and he did as he pleased, showing disdain for everyone, relying on his strength and completely ignoring them.
If the chicken wasn’t killed to warn the monkeys, wouldn't everyone imitate him in the future?
As Dawson made his move, the drunken man didn't even lift his head, still drinking his wine as if nothing was happening.
It wasn't until Dawson's palm shadow was about to touch his head that the drunken man suddenly made a move, his palm striking upwards.
"Bang!!"
A loud noise, the ground shook.
Dawson's palm shadow exploded on the spot, turning into a scattered wave of Qi.
Some martial artists who were close by were sent flying, falling to the ground like kites with broken strings, screaming in pain.
Even Dawson, a martial arts master, was shaken back several steps, barely stabilizing his figure.
His face changed drastically for a moment, his brow furrowed deeply.
On the other hand, the drunken man who was attacked remained as still as a mountain, sitting calmly in his chair, continuing to leisurely drink his wine.
His indifferent appearance made him seem like an outsider who was not involved in the situation at all.
"He's... fine? How is that possible?!"
"To be able to withstand a blow from Master Dawson without being at a disadvantage, what is the background of this beggar?!"
"Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover, or the sea by its size. I never expected a beggar to be so powerful."
Seeing this scene, the onlookers were wide-eyed and speechless, utterly shocked.