Zhong Shan retreated.
He did this to dodge Dashan’s palm strikes.
Maintaining a safe distance.
Seeing this, Dashan cursed inwardly and roared again, “You… why are you retreating? Old fellow, if you have the guts, fight me head-on!”
He deliberately provoked Zhong Shan.
Zhong Shan, of course, was no fool, understanding his true intentions. He snorted coldly, “Heh… do you think I’d fall for your trick?”
Dashan didn’t reply but charged forward.
In an instant, the distance between him and Zhong Shan narrowed again.
Seeing this, Zhong Shan cursed inwardly, wanting to fight up close? Sorry, I won’t give you that chance!
He swung his walking stick fiercely, a sharp swish cutting through the air.
Upon seeing this attack, Dashan dared not meet it and was forced to retreat, taking a deep breath… *huff…*
He was practically helpless against Zhong Shan’s walking stick attacks.
Impenetrable, with no weak points.
How could a mere walking stick attack be so powerful?
Frustrated, he cursed, extremely annoyed, “Old fellow, I refuse to believe you can keep this up!”
Dashan continued to charge.
Like a wild bull.
Charging headlong.
Fiercely!
*Whoosh…*
Because Zhong Shan wielded the walking stick, which embodied the principle of an inch longer, an inch stronger, Dashan was now acting like a madman, desperate to break this stalemate.
Thus, Zhong Shan would attack, then defend, ensuring all of Dashan’s advances were futile.
Dashan narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. In this situation, he had to remain rational, otherwise success would be impossible.
After a brief pause, he attacked again, his stance as ferocious as a beast’s.
But Zhong Shan’s offense and counterattacks remained steady and progressive.
Gradually, Zhong Shan felt his internal energy waning. He began to use indirect methods to deal with the martial artist in the initial stage of internal energy. After more than ten minutes of exchanges and standoffs, he finally managed to knock the remaining four down. They cried out in varying degrees of pain.
Most of their injuries were to their arms and legs.
Though the wounds didn't appear large, the reality was that the internal energy had damaged their bones.
Therefore, once on the ground, they could not stand up properly.
At this point, the encirclement of Zhong Shan had devolved into a one-on-one battle between Dashan and him.
Dashan gritted his teeth, “Old fellow, your skills are truly eye-opening!”
Zhong Shan narrowed his eyes and said sternly, “Then consider your plan foiled. Stop dreaming!”
“Get out of the Zhong family!”
“Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!”
At this moment, they had to believe that Zhong Shan was capable of killing.
Dashan found that defeating Zhong Shan was not an easy task. For a fleeting moment, he hesitated, his gaze finally falling on Tang Long, seeking his counsel.
Tang Long’s eyes were now narrowed like knives, full of menace, “Dashan, I’ve painstakingly planned for this day for years. I don’t want to give up now!”
His words made his intention abundantly clear.
He wanted Dashan to fight to the very last moment.
Dashan paused for a moment before slowly saying, “Mr. Tang, rest assured! I will fight to the very last moment!”
Tang Long nodded, his eyes steady, “Good, I believe in you. Be careful…”