With each slap, the old man in black trembled all over.
But his legs were locked in place, unable to move.
After each slap, his face turned pale.
Finally, the old man in black couldn't help but open his mouth:
"puff!!"
A stream of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
There was a contemptuous and playful smile on Su Mu's lips. He slowly retracted his hand, put it behind his back, and faintly uttered two words:
"Kneel down."
Others felt nothing, but the old man seemed to be in an abyss, with endless terrifying pressure pressing down from all directions.
He stared at Su Mu in horror, but was unwilling to kneel down.
For a warrior, especially an ancient warrior, he can be defeated and die, but he cannot be humiliated.
Because this will hurt the most fundamental thing.
That is, the pride of a warrior.
A strong heart.
But the terrifying pressure coming from Su Mu was endless.
The old man in black gritted his teeth, and the blood in his mouth flowed down his chest like nothing, and his whole body made a terrifying clicking sound.
Finally, he suddenly fell to his knees.
Under his knees, the extremely hard marble floor was covered with spider veins.
The whole room trembled slightly.
Even if he knelt down, Su Mu had no intention of stopping.
The unparalleled momentum was suppressed once again.
In the frightened eyes of Su Jinbai and others, the old man in black's originally straight back began to bend little by little.
His whole spine made a clicking sound, like a gun being loaded.
In the end, the old man fell to the ground like a big toad, lying on a large pool of blood that he had just spit out.
Su Mu then slowly regained his momentum.
There was dead silence in the entire private room.
Su Jinbai and others were already scared to death, trembling and afraid to make a sound.
Qing Si's expression also changed. She seemed to want to open her mouth to say something, but she didn't know how.
Su Mu was terrifying and powerful, even far beyond her understanding.
The only worry in her heart disappeared completely.
What followed was an extremely powerful sense of stability.
This backing is worth it.
"hehe."
Su Mu smiled softly and looked at Young Master Gui playfully:
"Little bastard, you actually want to kill me? Do you know what cutting is? I don't mind, let these reptiles you bring experience it one by one."
Su Jinbai and others were suddenly frightened to death.
Everyone looked at Su Mu in horror, with their mouths wide open, like a dying fish.
"By you?"
Young Master Gui still has some confidence.
His closest bodyguards all turned into giant toads. He was obviously scared to death, but he could still maintain his last bit of pride:
"Do you really think that with your so-called background, you can be arrogant in front of me? Who gave you the courage?"
Qing Si and Mr. Ye looked at Mr. Gui at the same time, their eyes full of pity and ridicule.
Su Mu was also a little dumbfounded.
This Gui family has declined to such an extent, yet it still maintains the so-called pride of the Guwu Sect?
This is simply the stupid son of a landlord.
This is not the way to seek death.
What a fighter among idiots.
Young Master Gui looked at Su Mu with a stern expression:
"Boy, why don't you go and find out what my concubine's family is? Qing Si, didn't you tell him?"
Young Master Gui seemed to have found the confidence, and actually stared at Su Mu with resentful eyes:
"No one in this world dares to offend the Gui family."
Su Mu suddenly smiled softly:
"Then do you know who I am?"
Young Master Gui stared at Su Mu expressionlessly, wishing he could trample him to pieces:
"Who are you?"
Su Mu burst out laughing, making Master Gui's body hairy with laughter.
"Young Master, I am a mere incompetent person. I am a disciple of Tianxing, Su Mu. Please give me some advice."
Young Master Gui felt that all the hairs on his body were standing on end in an instant.
It's like having a bucket of ice water poured over your head in the dog days of summer.
Immediately afterwards, high-voltage wires fell on him.
The sense of a sudden bolt from the blue overwhelmed him.
There was no hesitation at all.
Young Master Gui simply rolled his eyes.
Then the whole person was like a slippery noodle, sliding along the chair and sliding to the ground without waking up.
Qing Si next to her almost closed her eyes and fainted.
She knew that Su Mu was the Young Master of Tianxing.
However, she didn't know how terrifyingly lethal the words "Young Master Tianxing" were.
Although the Qing family's status is very high, there is still a clear gap between them and the level of a truly top family.
A lot of things she knew were specious.
Just like an ordinary person, he knows that aircraft carriers are very powerful.
But he didn't know how powerful the aircraft carrier was.
Knowing and having a deep understanding are completely different things.
Just like the current gap between China and America in terms of aircraft carriers.
Most people just know that the other party has an aircraft carrier, so we also have it. Everyone has it. Therefore, the half-weighted and awesome Klass will be invincible across the blue sea from now on.
But only a very few people know that the gap is so huge that we absolutely need to work hard to catch up.
Leaving aside the technology and hardware of the aircraft carrier itself, there has been a generation gap, or even a two-generation gap, in these two aspects.
As far as the most sensitive carrier-based aircraft and pilots are concerned, the gap is quite large.
Pilots also have a chain of discrimination.
Carrier pilots look down on naval pilots.
Navy pilots look down on Army pilots.
Army pilots look down on civilian aviation captains.
Civil aviation captains even look down upon those who fly agricultural aircraft to spray pesticides.
However, the above-mentioned pilots collectively despise civil aviation captains.
Because except for a very few, other civil aviation captains need to be technical but not skilled, and they need to be courageous but not courageous.
Just four words.
Be well behaved.
The selection of carrier-based pilots is so strict that it can be described as crazy.
The Army's ace pilot is average in the Navy.
As for the ace pilots in the navy, if they want to become a carrier pilot, they have to choose one out of ten, or even one out of dozens.
Because when carrier-based pilots are training, it is much more difficult than when they are performing missions.
Because everything must be trained in the most brutal wartime state.
The most demanding thing is that you have to fly a fully loaded or damaged fighter plane, and in the vast ocean with several levels of typhoons, you have to park the plane on an aircraft carrier that is on a forward or reverse course with incomparable accuracy.
On the aircraft carrier deck, there is only one runway that is only as wide as your aircraft for you to land.
You have no chance of making a mistake.
Once you make a mistake, the consequences can be imagined.
America has fifty years of the most mature technology accumulation.
And we are just getting started.
Not counting the generation difference between fighter jets and aircraft carriers, but only the number of carrier-based pilots, this is a big problem.
Let's think about it again. Once it's really as little pink hopes, let's touch it.
Then the problem comes.
America has millions of pilot licenses, how many do we have?
In total, including those who spray pesticides, the number will not exceed 100,000.
Even if all hardware conditions are the same, everyone is put on the same level and defeated one by one.
Then the problem comes again.
Where are we going to find so many backup pilots?
The other party's base is in the millions, and ours is in the hundreds of thousands.
A tractor driver can drive a car after just one day of training.
And how long do you need to train a cyclist before he can drive a car?
One month?
Three months?
The gap is huge, and what is the result if one is ebbing and the other is ebbing?
This is probably the gap in Qing Si's understanding of Su Mu.