"Does it hurt? You damn thing!" The old man suddenly raised his stick again and struck Zhan Yun with another blow.
"Enlightened yet, or not!" The old man seemed to unleash a lion's roar technique, his voice thundering painfully in Zhan Yun's ears.
Zhan Yun was anxious in his heart; he had heard that with a genuine sudden shock from a stick, enlightenment could be reached after three strikes.
But why did he only feel pain?
While Zhan Yun was in distress, there was a thud, and another stick came crashing down on his head.
"Enlightened or not?" The elder's voice boomed like a great bell, deafening and overwhelming.
However, Zhan Yun just found it piercing to the ears.
Thud! The fifth stick hit Zhan Yun's head, once again accompanied by the elder's questioning, "Enlightened or not?"
This time, Zhan Yun finally became annoyed, and he shouted angrily, "Enough already! Old man, I tell you, I've been tolerating you for a long time!"
