C1663 I Surrender, Don't Slap My Face.

The Silver-Brush Painter tossed his brush aside and sat on the ground. Raising his hands, he said, "I surrender. Don't hit my face."

"Pah!"

The martial mania slapped the thin and weak Silver-Brush Painter in the air, causing him to spin 360 degrees in the air.

"Damn it, it was all because of you unruly dogs that I had to come to this godforsaken place in this kind of weather