Chen Ping'an kicked again, the tip of his foot stabbing into the opponent's waist and ribs, sending the Ancient Witch, whose body had bounced off the ground, flying away.
Had the Ancient Witch not hastily changed into a brand-new hemp robe after his old one shattered, that kick would nearly have snapped him in two at the waist.
The Ancient Witch slapped a palm against the ground, halting his backward slide, and rose gracefully. The moment he steadied himself, before he could make another move, he saw a face growing ever clearer.
Chen Ping'an seized the opponent's arms with both hands and wrenched outward with all his strength.
Then he smashed his forehead into the Ancient Witch's.
One arm was torn off on the spot and casually tossed aside.
The Ancient Witch had only one arm left.
With a knee strike, Chen Ping'an forcibly drove the opponent's body forward, tore off the remaining arm in the same motion, then rammed his shoulder into the opponent's chest.
Like an awl boring through a mountain.
That simple shoulder ram carried the battlefield momentum of Iron Cavalry breaking through an enemy formation.
The Ancient Witch staggered backward, barely managing to steady himself at the edge of the divine platform.
Chen Ping'an lightly twisted his wrist and flung the arm in his hand far back to the Ancient Witch.
The Ancient Witch had just summoned the first arm he had lost back to his side with a thought, joining it to the severed shoulder. It quickly stitched itself back together. He then raised a hand to catch the second arm. The hemp robe beneath his upper and lower garments changed again, becoming the roughest raw hemp, unhemmed and sparse, as though cut apart by a mortal blade. It truly was the ritual garb of