In the end, technology hastily cultivated still lost to the hard-earned inner training.
After being pinned to the ground for the third time, Zhang Ze chose to give up.
There's no shame in admitting cowardice; when you should yield, just yield. Who says only those standing in the light can be heroes?
If you can't beat them, then so be it. It's not really my problem. Zhang Ze decided to use a modern person's method to end this farce.
Primitive people use fists and feet, but modern people use tools.
He calculated the time; he could maintain the transformation for another thirty seconds.
That'd be enough.
Zhang Ze ignored the Big Flapping Monkey that was straddling him, beating left and right, sometimes Black Tiger Heart Technique, sometimes Crow Flying an Airplane, and he unlocked Little Earth Immortal's muting spell.
Zhang Ze, "Earth Immortal, I don't have much time, listen to me."
Twenty-five seconds left.
