Nima Lama was unhurried and wore a pleasant smile. He put away the relic in his hand and looked at Su Zhiguo with a compassionate smile, "Young man, you may be robust, but you are weak in the kidneys. You cannot make me move even slightly. I advise you to stop wasting your time."
"Old monk, cut the crap," Su Zhiguo replied roughly, his appearance not fitting that of a man with kidney deficiency.
"Alright, since you insist on acting, I won't force you," Nima Lama said with a smile.
"How so?" Su Zhiguo chuckled and asked, "Old monk, are you surrendering?"
"No!" Nima Lama shook his head, "I need to lock up ninety percent of my strength; otherwise, I fear the backlash of my immense power might cause you unnecessary harm."
"You," Su Zhiguo's face flushed as he said, "less talk."
Having said that, he stepped forward.
He bent his legs and lowered his center of gravity. His hands were placed on Nima Lama's back.
