Tiger King only felt an overwhelming force attacking him, giving him a sense of being utterly invincible.
Unwilling to accept defeat just like that, he exerted all his strength, using every ounce of power in his body; in that moment, he resembled a warrior fighting a bloody battle.
The power of the two intertwined, wildly wreaking havoc around them.
With a loud boom, the ground beneath their feet burst open, and they stood in a large crater. Tiger King, his face covered in blood and panting heavily, looked at the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat who had once again transformed into the image of an old monk.
"Old monk, you've won!" Tiger King sighed.
Even though he had used all his strength, he still hadn't managed to injure the seemingly frail old man before him, and that depth of the Buddhist Sect unnerved him.
