The Supreme God

Bates was really taken aback, seeing the two grunt disciples had no power to fight back when Austin beat them.

His cultivation base was higher than the two grunt disciples and he was sure that he could also beat them. But it was two on one, and he knew well that he could never beat them as easily as Austin just did.

"Hey losers! Get out of here!" Bates shouted to the two grunt disciples.

After thinking for a moment, Bates thought they'd better leave this place ASAP. He was a cunning and crafty man—a keen strategist adept at sizing up the situation.

"Um, leaving so soon? I don't remember giving you permission," Austin said with a cold look.

"Idiot! You..." Bates retorted angrily.

But he was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"I'm not going to let you go, unless you crawl away," Austin said, staring at Bates with cold eyes. He was tired of the man's insults, all the contempt Bates had for him, and all the times he'd given him the cold shoulder over the years. It all came flooding back into his mind.

"Idiot! I'm not frightened of you," replied Bates.

Although he tried to be bold and straightforward when he said those words, he was unsettled by the cold look on Austin's face. An inexplicable sense of fear loomed in his heart.

"You'd get on the ground now and start crawling. Or do I need to make you? I'll be sure to enjoy that." Austin smiled mirthlessly.

Hands clasped behind his back, he walked towards Bates casually, as if he were just taking a walk in his garden.

Bates had always been arrogant and bossy, haranguing anyone of lesser rank. So Austin treating him this way was unbearable.

In a moment of anger, Bates wasn't afraid of Austin anymore. He yelled angrily, "Don't push your luck! I'll kill you!"

He then jumped up sharply, shaping both of his hands into tiger fists. As he jumped out, a whistling gale suddenly came out of thin air and rushed in Austin's direction.

As he stirred his spiritual power, Bates looked like a vigorous tiger and a pair of tiger fists with prominent bones and joints flew to Austin at breakneck speed.

But the spiritual power hurried to Austin first before the fists hit him.

"Tin! Be careful!" Evan shouted.

He recognized the Tiger Fists, Bates' signature move.

fist positions inherited from Bates's ancestors. With these moves, Bates once defeated a disciple who was at level

him, Austin threw out a Spiritual Sense Flying Needle at Bates and moved his foot at the

was at Bates's left side in a second. That was exactly the Fish Swimming Pace of the Sun

suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head before his fists got to Austin. It seemed that there was an iron needle piercing his

was so intense; he brought his hands to his head.

fierce and strong palm coming to his left. He

was too late. He heard a sharp snap when he felt

and the blood splashed his

left hand in

at Austin in horror and asked in disbelief, "You regained your cultivation base! I

thinking that this would be a one-sided fight at first. He didn't know that Austin had his powers back. He wouldn't call

though he hated to admit it, Bates had to accept the fact that Austin was no longer the "idiot"

through gritted teeth, fighting against the pain. "Let's not fight anymore," Bates

be to get the hell out of here. He straightened up and held

told you? You're going to pay for trying to fight me! Who the hell do you think

out a few questions coldly.

way you'll leave is if you crawl on your belly,

suddenly

and followed Bates as quickly as a fish

he was, Bates was still extremely fast. He'd gotten more than 100 meters in a few

and he immediately threw out another Spiritual Sense Flying Needle, attacking the

and started the Fish Swimming Pace again. He immediately caught

stabbing pain in his head. His eyes

couldn't concentrate on his bodily movement skills. Instead of running, he now

a few seconds. Without saying a word, he

pale like a dead man's, sweat beading on his forehead.

to crawl or

an expressionless

harder as he asked and inserted his fingers into the

and he almost fainted from the pain.

"Give up yet?"

to come from

help feeling an intense dread after

since he was a child, and