eight hundred forty-six

The elder and the Inner Sect disciple had pulled away from each other for the second time when Gu Lie found an opening, hurriedly gathered his breath, and called out, "I concede."

What? Concede? Thunderbolt was momentarily taken aback. The boy had provoked him, only to concede. How could this be, to insult me, an old man, could not be settled like this, he rebuked, "Don't be affected, I promise I won't kill you."

For crying out loud, since when is this allowed? Judging by that tone, it seems death isn't far off. The reality proves that the hermit sects do maintain a dignified appearance, in contrast to the various unorganized, complex folk sects.

But as Thunderbolt took a quick step forward, reaching out to grab him, suddenly a figure, many times faster than before, shot towards Thunderbolt's surroundings, striking him and sending him flying off into the distance.