But the guy opposite really lived up to his reputation as an old schemer. You throw a dozen punches, heavy ones don't land, light ones don't work, unleash seven or eight ultimates, and still can't break their defenses. Yeah, at this point you gotta admit it: dude knows his stuff.
"Hey dumbass—open up and take this big one from your daddy! Wu—Wang—Fist!"
Then he fakes a punch and takes advantage of his still-solid protective aura to turn tail and escape.
Li Fan figured the guy might flee anyway. Nah, tactical retreat—Xuanmen style, you know the drill. Image or face? Meh, how much are those worth? It's not like it's a robbery. Why waste your trump cards? Losing isn't embarrassing. Retreat is the best strategy!
"Heh heh heh, ha ha ha! Old geezer's running with his tail between his legs! Lived all those years like a dog! And you had the nerve to use Dingjia Wuwang Divine Fist? Pfft! Shame on your ancestors!"
Li Fan chased after him, adding a little emotional damage to the mix.
