"Bring it on!"
He attacked this time with fury, holding nothing back.
But it was useless... He was quickly defeated once again.
Still, he refused to concede and wanted another round.
Fang Shuwen didn't refuse. At first, he used both hands to fight back, but as he grew more familiar with the old Daoist's Martial Arts, he switched to using just one.
By the end of the fight, the old Daoist was starting to question his own existence.
He had already used every skill he possessed—Fist Technique, Palm Technique, Swordsmanship... Though he had no sword and his Duster had been shattered, he still had his fingers and could still use Sword Qi.
But... it was all useless.
He used every trick in the book, yet he couldn't even defeat one of Fang Shuwen's hands.
Instead, he was beaten back step by step.
Again and again... Finally, the old Daoist had all the fight beaten out of him and plopped right down on the ground.
"I'm done! I'm done fighting!"
