He couldn't keep fighting.
If this went on, the brat would kill himself before I even exerted myself...
The tall, burly figure shot backward with a whoosh, retreating dozens of meters in a single movement and vanishing entirely into the thick fog.
That retreat was so fast it felt as though he had torn through space.
"To think that fellow Zuo had a son like this. Excellent. Truly remarkable. You're still very immature, nowhere near a match for me. I'll leave this grudge on the books for now. Once your cultivation reaches its full potential, I'll come looking for you again!"
"It's rare to find someone who wields hammers as well as I do. Killing you would be a waste."
"For the sake of a prodigy of your generation, I'll spare your father this once!"
Zuo Xiaoduo snorted, his twin hammers in hand, his momentum soaring like a rainbow. "Fight me again!"
From within the thick fog, the burly figure's voice asked, "What are those hammers called?"
Surely they aren't called the Thousand Soul Nightmare Hammer too?
He probably wouldn't dare. He ought to show some restraint about that.
Still, to have trained his hammer skills to this level... he's already qualified to give them a fine, imposing name!
Zuo Xiaoduo swung his great hammers, looking every inch the imposing warrior. "These hammers are called the Nine-Nine Kitty Hammers!"
Nine-Nine Kitty Hammers!
Opposite him, the burly figure suddenly swayed, as though the Nine-Nine Kitty Hammers had struck him squarely on the head.
For a moment, stars danced before his eyes.
Fucking hell, fighting you is child's play for me, yet the name of your hammers has beaten me outright...
"Fine name!" the burly figure said through gritted teeth.
He felt waves of tightness in his chest.
The kind of tightness