At that moment, Tiger Head had truly burned himself out.
He knew it himself. Never mind holding on for another three minutes—each second already felt like a year.
Even another thirty seconds was impossible for him.
He was soaked through with sweat. Forced to go all out under such pressure for so long, his physical strength and true qi had been draining at a geometric rate.
But at last, the opportunity had appeared!
The old man's opening was far bigger than expected. It was as though... he had suddenly given up fighting. In an instant, an almost perfect opening—one that could turn the entire battle around for him—had been exposed!
Tiger Head roared, his body spinning.
It was like an incredibly, incredibly slow slow-motion scene.
As his body spun and the momentum built, he used the force of his true qi to wield one staff defensively while violently hurling the other;
His body was still turning when he flung out the defensive staff to follow up with a second strike;
Finally, he gripped the longer staff with both hands and thrust forward with all his might...
"Die—!"
Bang—!
It pierced through.
Tiger Head raised his head and looked at the sight before him.
His head was drenched in sweat, his mask had vanished long ago, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
He was panting heavily.
Holding that iron staff in both hands, he stared at the large tree before him. Two iron staffs were embedded in it, while his own had pierced straight through the trunk.
His legs shook violently, and he had no strength left in his entire body.
He panted so hard his lungs felt ready to burst. "Huff... ngh... huff... ngh... huff... ngh..."
Sweat and tears mingled on his face.
Turning his head, he saw Hun