"You watch—I'll be careful."
Huo Yuanhong said with a smile.
After all, several senior veterans still had to take the field. Naturally, he had to be careful not to make them throw out their backs.
Glasses Chen and the other two remained sprawled on the ground, arms outstretched, without moving.
So it turned out...
Whether one-on-one or many-on-one...
An old master was still an old master, and once again, the youngsters had gone and beaten up a nursing home.
This time, it was three against one, yet they had somehow lost even faster than last time. Every one of their moves had been completely figured out...
Glasses Chen, who had been sent flying first, had it better—he flew out right away and did not experience much. Master Huang and Xuanqing, who had taken several more blows, felt it far more deeply. It was like fighting a freak with seven shield-bearing arms—arms that could shift positions. No matter which side they attacked from, it felt as though they were facing him head-on. They simply could not budge him.
If Huo Yuanhong had not failed to grow two more heads, they would practically have suspected that the thing before them was no longer human.
They could not help wondering: if this continued evolving, would he truly turn into the three-headed, six-armed being of myth and legend?
No...
It should be three heads and seven arms!
One man wielding seven weapons—there would be no need to bother with techniques at all. He could simply smash about wildly with all seven weapons, and anyone who saw it would be left scrambling, unable to fend it off.
"Senior?"
Shen Lingshuang stepped forward and nudged the still-prone Glasses Chen with her sword sheath. He was not dead, was he?
"This old man is fine. I merely