If a single fist is unable to reach the old man, then how about twenty, thirty or fifty of them?
"Hmph, still no ingenuity. Show me something more"
BANG… his attacks were destroyed as easily as before. No, this time they did manage to last a short while longer. Even if that short while was a split second.
Ingenuity... since the other party wants ingenuity, he would show them. Vigorous soul energy surged from his soul realm once again. However, this time they did not just spread around, instead, they divided into numerous strands.
Each strand spun around, materialising into an assortment of weapons, gaining momentum and penetration each second.
Yang Chen individually controlled each of these strands, causing blood vessels to pop from his nose. His eyes turned red, and veins bulged on his forehead. A result of the strain from controlling so many strands.
