He was astonished to find that the old monk, perhaps knowing his time was near, had completely abandoned defense for full offense, lunging with a speed nearly fifty percent faster than when using his normal movement technique.
"Wishful thinking on your deathbed," he retorted.
If he couldn't outpace him, then he simply wouldn't flee.
Zhou Ping'an took a deep breath as his arms and upper body emitted a crackling sound and suddenly burst into intense light. The skin on his arms and upper body ripped apart his clothes, turning a dark blue-black.
His left hand formed a circle, while his right hand drew an arc.
His palms faintly rippled, and the air a few feet in front of him vibrated, turning into whirling water patterns.
With both hands, he operated the Submerged Wave Jin, stirring the air and repelling splashes of water with softness overcoming hardness.
