"Brat, I don't care what kind of god you are. You're dying today!"
The man practicing Monkey-Form Fist let out a wild screech, bent his knees into a crouch, and bared his teeth, his face twisted with ferocity. His ape-like arms hung with shoulders lowered and elbows dropped. He sprang off his feet, lunging more than half a step forward, then drew back and thrust out an arm, driving a Wild Monkey Digs at the Heart straight at the chest.
As one man attacked from the front, a pair of mantis claws turned at the wrists and raised their elbows, targeting his left waist and ribs. The man dressed as a Daoist shifted his feet in rapid succession, pushing hard off the ground and leaning sideways. His hands flew like lightning, his attacks fierce and vicious, the force of them pounding the air like muffled hammers.
The monk did not fall behind either. He shook his arms with a burst of power, his muscles and bones crackling all over. Both arms swung down as though chopping with blades and axes, whipping up gusts of wind as they aimed straight at Lian Youming's vulnerable right ribs.
The remaining two women concealed short spikes in their palms. One attacked the center of his back, while the other waited for an opening.
Neither flustered nor hurried, Lian Youming puffed out his cheeks and suddenly drew a fierce breath, like a great whale swallowing the sea.
"Gurr! Gurr!"
An utterly abrupt toad croak rang out.
The padded coat on his body visibly swelled in an instant, as though fierce winds surged and great waves raced beneath it. It also looked as though it had been stuffed full of cotton, inflated into a round bulge like a layer of armor.
"Ah! Toad-Fishing Skill!"
That toad