"Gurgle!" Fat Dragon swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face filled with shock as he looked at Ye Wudao, "You monster!"
"You are definitely going to lose!" Ye Wudao said coldly.
No!
I can't possibly lose!
I am the pride of Buddhism!
I bear my master's hopes!
With a roar, Fat Dragon shouted, "This poor monk will not lose!"
As he spoke, he changed his attack method; the pair of gilded gongs in his hands violently aimed for Ye Wudao's head, abandoning his usual style.
Bang!
Ye Wudao's head endured the attack of the gilded gongs, emitting a dull sound.
Whoosh!
Fat Dragon took a deep breath and said, "He must be dead now!"
"Hehe, so-called monk, claiming not to take lives, I see it's nothing but lies!" a mocking voice slowly came through.
Boom!
Fat Dragon, horrified, put down the gilded gongs in his hands, his pupils dilated, and in a frightened voice, he said, "No, it's not possible, you actually withstood my gilded gongs attack!"
