Luo Qikang was not always steady and grounded, but when it came to martial arts, he was never impatient.
He knew he was on the verge of victory. The Dragon King would suffer a grievous injury; even if he survived, he would be crippled. The latter outcome appealed to him more: would the Dragon King, no longer able to draw his saber and kill, still earn the soldiers' loyalty?
The Dragon King's resistance crumbled earlier than Luo Qikang had expected. Without hesitation, he launched his final strike. Their battlefield was the meridians; there could be no traps.
But he was a disciple of a renowned Central Plains family, trained in orthodox Internal Force. Even when going all out, he had to keep some strength in reserve to respond to the unexpected.
Seventy percent of his power would be enough, he thought.
The Dragon King was sent flying. The spectators cried out in unison. Though they were Central Plains people, they had heard so many rumors about the Dragon King in Jade City that they had expected him to be more formidable. Alas, he was still no match for a member of the Luo family.
Tu Pianpian shook her head with a sigh. She had always wanted to curb the Dragon King's arrogance, and today she had gotten her wish. But the price was that her younger brother, Tu Gou, had lost a great protector. She made up her mind that, whether Tu Gou wanted to or not, she would send him back to Mount Kongtong at once.
"Ah!" Old Man Mu shouted louder than anyone else, and reacted faster than anyone else, too. "Hit!"
The Dragon King landed twenty paces away, swaying as if he might fall. His face was frighteningly red, as though blood might drip from it. Only