Facing the even more imposing Jiang Dali as he charged wildly forward, the old man raised both hands high. His final ultimate move was actually to open his mouth and shout, "I surrender!!! I surrender!!!"
"What!?"
Jiang Dali was stunned by the sudden spinelessness of this supreme expert, which had practically reached the level of shamelessness. Yet battles changed in an instant. He swiftly forced himself to ignore this trick, which could be seen as a feint meant to disrupt his mind.
Crack!
A massive tree standing in the middle of his path—
Was instantly smashed apart by his charge. Before the fragments could even hit the ground, countless splinters and wood chips were swept away by a fierce gale.
"You're still coming after I surrendered?!"
The old man was enraged and had no choice but to retreat swiftly as he shouted, "Do you remember Mud Bodhisattva? Do you remember the Salvation Pact at Leifeng Pagoda?"
Boom!—
The air exploded. Amid the thick, torn, chaotic currents, an iron fist bulging with muscles and covered in black-gold demonic patterns abruptly went from extreme motion to utter stillness, stopping three feet before the old man's face.
Even though the terrifying force of over a hundred tons had halted in an instant, the dreadful fist wind it stirred still slammed into the old man's face like a sharp awl, colliding with the protective qi around his body.
With a sharp pop, the old man's protective qi twisted and caved in violently. The flesh on his face sank deeply and trembled to either side, revealing a clear fist mark. His body was sent flying backward by the impact, yet from beginning to end, he did not strike again.
"Mud Bodhisattva!"
Jiang Dali halted. With a crack, a piece of bluish rock beneath his feet