"Monster, meet your end!" Without further ado, the protector charged forward, seeking to kill this audacious creature.
The Tiger King, who laughed heartily at the sky, saw the Buddhist Sect protector emerge from the flames and said with a smile, "Not bad, this fire, right?"
In the midst of his words, he used both hands to block the Demon-Subduing Pestle flying towards him. It turned out he wore a pair of knuckle dusters on his hands, which were his weapons.
The figures of the two combatants constantly flickered through the flames, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows. Their weapons met in mid-air, creating clear, ringing sounds. Sparks burst from where the weapons collided, falling to the ground and reflecting within the roaring flames, creating a strangely beautiful sight.
The Tiger King rubbed his sore arm and had to admit that the Buddhist Sect protector was no slouch, realizing that he wouldn't be able to take him down in a short period of time.
