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.

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

out a Spiritual Sense Flying Needle at Bates and moved his

left side in a second. That was exactly the Fish Swimming Pace

head before his fists got to Austin. It seemed that there was an

he brought his hands to his head.

he felt a fierce and strong palm coming to his left. He dropped his hands and tried to evade.

it was too late. He heard a sharp

in his left shoulder. His muscles were torn apart and the blood splashed his uniform. His bones were shattered, and his left hand hung limply, now useless.

disabled Bates's left hand in a

Austin in horror and asked in disbelief, "You regained your cultivation base! I take it back, you're

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

admit it, Bates had to accept the fact that

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

that he would never be able to bully Austin anymore. He was cunning though. He realized his next best option would be to get the hell out of here. He straightened up and held his arm to keep it from moving and

pay for trying to fight me!

spat out a few questions

the only way you'll leave is if you crawl on

word, Bates suddenly turned around

into laughter and followed Bates as quickly as a fish in the water.

Bates was still extremely fast. He'd

and he immediately threw out another Spiritual Sense Flying Needle,

and started the Fish Swimming Pace

Bates felt a burst of stabbing pain in his head. His eyes squeezed tight in agony and he

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

seconds. Without saying a word, he suddenly grabbed Bates's broken left

let out an anguished shriek. His face was pale like a dead man's, sweat beading on

you going to crawl

an

his fingers into the broken part of

he almost fainted from

"Give up yet?"

seemed to come from hell.

help feeling an intense dread after he heard Austin's cold

a child, and he was used to being