```
Slap!
"You dumbass, have you figured out what just happened now?" Yan Dalong scowled, slapping the back of his brother's head; this slap seemed to truly jog Yan Dahu's memory about a few things.
So much so that the once bewildered expression on Yan Dahu's face gradually shifted into one of astonishment and stupor: "I think I remember now, I... got knocked out?"
"Yikes!" Even Yan Dahu himself couldn't help but gasp: "Back when I was surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, I never passed out. How could I just faint like that?"
His brain had gone numb! When had he become so weak? Too much to drink? Or too much to eat?
"Stop racking your brain over there. With your smarts, you won't figure anything out. The only fact now is that you're no match for Brother Fan Wu, who knocked you out in just two moves." Despite speaking the truth, Yan Dalong's words cut deep into Yan Dahu's chest like knives.