"You old bastard, do you dare fight me head-on like a man?!"
They had been fighting for quite a while, yet the other side had always refused to confront him directly, constantly dodging and retreating while using spiritual power to harass him in every possible way, bombarding him from all directions. Even Chen Mo, who had remained exceptionally calm throughout, was beginning to feel somewhat agitated.
Of course, that was only on the surface. He remained calm and confident within.
He merely wanted to provoke the other side into fighting him head-on, into competing through sheer physical strength.
Judging from the state Qin Family Ancestor had displayed, as long as Chen Mo could get close and fight him head-on, Chen Mo was confident he could defeat him, perhaps even kill him.
However, Qin Family Ancestor had clearly not fallen for it. His combat experience was immensely rich, and after retreating and dodging once more without giving Chen Mo a chance to close in, he countered,
"Brainless brat, your provocation means nothing to me. You should worry more about yourself. The mental strain must be quite unpleasant by now, shouldn't it?"
"There's no need for an old bastard like you to concern yourself with that!"
Closing in once more, Chen Mo shattered the other's Mental Barrier for who knew the how-many-th time. Before he could press closer, his opponent seized the chance to retreat another hundred meters, erecting another Mental Barrier.
He was simply an old turtle with an endless supply of shells—no matter how he struck, he could not break through.
Watching Chen Mo charge forward again like a reckless bull, seemingly tireless and even gradually adapting to the intensity of his mental attacks, acting as though nothing had happened after enduring them, Qin Family Ancestor might have looked calm