"Senior Brother, there wasn't much bad blood between us to begin with! Why go to such lengths?
"Why don't we trade our weapons for jade and silk, stop fighting for now, and watch them settle their battle?"
A disciple growled as he fought desperately to withstand Fatty Zhang's thunderous onslaught.
Fatty Zhang fixed his gaze on him. Though blood was already seeping from the corners of the disciple's mouth,
he had weathered more than thirty savage blows through sheer strength.
He had even inflicted several serious injuries on Fatty Zhang, successfully holding him back and buying precious time and opportunities for the other disciples.
There was no denying that this was a formidable opponent, nothing like those useless disciples who crumbled at a single blow.
Yet Fatty Zhang showed no fear before such a powerful foe and flatly refused:
"Want a truce? Not a chance! There are only two ways this ends: either you knock me down for good, or I knock every last one of you to the ground!
"Kid, you've got some strength. Give me your name!"
The moment he finished speaking, Fatty Zhang unleashed another string of vicious punches, raining them down like a furious storm and driving his opponent back in disarray.
"Your junior brother, Chen Dong, will experience your finest moves today!"
Chen Dong gritted his teeth and forced those words out between them, then charged without hesitation alongside several other capable disciples, like starving tigers pouncing on prey. One fist shot straight toward Fatty Zhang's vitals.
Fatty Zhang showed no fear. His muscles tensed, and he rammed forward like an enraged wild bull.
The charge carried tremendous momentum and terrifying force. Chen Dong and the others could not withstand it and were sent flying again like kites with severed strings.
Fatty Zhang pressed