Old Dean kicked Zhao Ritian away with a smile.
"Is that all? You think you can defeat me with such petty tricks?"
By now, the thick milky-white fog had risen past their necks, making the place seem like a fairyland.
Long Aotian spun Gentleman's Snow, shifted positions twice from side to side, then suddenly closed in. Old Dean slashed backhandedly. Long Aotian took a hit and was sent flying.
Old Dean smiled as he wiped the blade. "The scent of blood."
Long Aotian clutched his wound. "Something's not right!"
Lu Chengwen gritted his teeth. "Together!"
The Three Brothers charged forward with weapons in hand, their true qi coordinated and their moves perfectly in sync.
But blindfolded Old Dean strolled as though taking a leisurely walk, that enigmatic smile never leaving his face. He defused their attacks one by one and defeated them separately. In fewer than a dozen exchanges, all Three Brothers were badly wounded.
Lu Chengwen pressed a hand to his wound. "His... his true qi has stabilized?"
Long Aotian wiped the corner of his mouth. "No. If it had stabilized, he wouldn't be this weak. He should be nearly at Old Man Wu's level."
Zhao Ritian said, "Again!"
"Wait!"
This idiot only knows how to charge forward.
A fight shouldn't go like this. You had to use your brain. If they did not figure things out, rushing in would only repeat what they had done before.
He was far stronger than them. Fighting recklessly would only keep worsening their injuries.
Long Aotian did not act impulsively either. "Stay where you are and don't move! This fog benefits him greatly!"
"Hahahaha..."
Old Dean laughed heartily. "I should have realized sooner that I don't need to use my full strength to deal with trash like you. Since the Formless True