"Look, he kept his hammers."
"Is he giving up already?"
"Maybe he wants to stay alive."
The spectators from the other sects couldn't believe it when they saw Lin Fan keeping his hammers.
But they were utterly wrong.
Lin Fan knew his hammers couldn't do much damage to Di Tuo.
He seemed to have some sort of cultivation technique that could absorb his blows.
His draw seemed so coincidental, for him to meet with someone that could take his damage.
What they didn't know was that Lin Fan had more up his sleeve.
Di Tuo lunged at him again with his shoulder charge.
To everyone's surprise, Lin Fan didn't call for surrender but with his hands dug into Di Tuo's shoulders.
"Argh!"
The Primordial Qi Claws went in like a hot knife through butter.
Di Tuo gave Lin Fan a side kick at his waist.
Thud.
Lin Fan's waist was as hard as a steel wall.
He was a Physique Cultivator!