Wong saw the four incoming dragons with trepidation. Even if one of them hit him, he was finished. He had no more sacrificial dummies in his inventory.
When he abhorred the fact of losing to his disciple for the second time and the possibility of him reverting to level one, a pair of fists came between him and the dragons.
These fists struck the four dragons with incredible precision, but the owner of these fists was still pushed back by the shockwaves of the impacts.
Wong grabbed Domon's body and prevented him from being pushed back further.
The two looked at each other. There was a silent recognition and appreciation in their eyes, but they didn't say anything to one another.
"An extremely powerful art. I never thought I will live to lay eyes on this lost ancient art, much less experience it. I must thank you for this chance," Domon praised.
"Long! Where did you learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?" Wong asked.