The Opportunity for Victory
Even the Lord of the Divine Court's shadow found this hard to accept. Yet in the next breath—no, in less than half a breath—at every instant their blows met, the force transmitted from He Ping grew greater and more ferocious.
Boom!
He Ping moved again. He no longer used the Vajra Fist from before, instead swaying from side to side as he struck like a python.
The shadow immediately sensed that it was difficult for his will to lock onto He Ping's form. His opponent was like a savage bear born in primordial times, or some ancient prehistoric beast, swinging his arms and rocking his body with overwhelming force and crushing weight.
At the same time, He Ping was moving in a strange manner, shifting his form through space, seeming real yet unreal. He was searching for flaws in his enemy as he moved, while making it impossible for the enemy to lock onto him. With every movement, he was also adjusting his optimal point of exertion and point of impact.
"Very good."
The shadow was not overly moved. At that moment, his will transmitted its thoughts: "You still have strength to spare. You can still withstand my attacks. That is a good thing. If killing you were too easy, if disposing of you were too effortless, it would be far too boring for me."
Having said this, he let out a long sigh.
"After such a long stretch of time, I have been too lonely, too alone... I hope you will not disappoint me too much. And I hope the last remnant of power Little Stone Buddha left behind is enough to truly contend against me."
"Heh heh."
He Ping could not be bothered with pointless words.
Then, at that very instant, the shadow erupted.