On the long street.
A crack came from the bones in one of Gandhi's legs.
Even so, he dared not lie down. He forced himself to leap a hundred meters away.
He used his other leg to assume the Shiva Meditation pose.
He carefully surveyed his surroundings, afraid Little White Tiger might suddenly charge out from somewhere.
He had already witnessed Little White Tiger's and Old Ninth's strength. Without Shiva protecting him, those two terrors would have torn his slight frame apart long ago.
"You still haven't run away. I underestimated the courage of you Dragon Kingdom people." Gandhi steadied himself and exhaled with feigned composure. "Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
"Come on."
In an instant.
Divine light flowed through Gandhi's body once more.
A crafty gleam appeared in his eyes.
He wanted to use Old Ninth's attacks to heal himself.
But after waiting more than ten seconds, his opponent still stood far away, even tossing aside the steel rod in his hand.
The two stared at each other from a distance, neither showing any intention of attacking.
"You're... not attacking?" Gandhi froze for a moment.
From what he had just learned about Old Ninth, this fellow should have been even more reckless than Little White Tiger.
His opponent merely lit a cigarette in silence and gave a mocking yawn. "Well... I'm out of chakra. I'm off to get five bucks' worth of gas. Breaking one of your legs got it out of my system."
"I'm a budding flower of the Dragon Kingdom's future. I can't stoop to arguing with an old bastard who pisses and shits wherever he pleases."
"I'm off, then." Old Ninth waved at Gandhi with a wicked smile, then snickered as he assumed the Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg pose to