"You were so close, Mr. Darma!"
The Formation Suppressing Scroll suddenly deactivated, and pressure enveloped Darma, bringing him down to his knees.
"Argh!"
Darma coughed out blood. He was keeping his organs in their place using his Qi all this time, but as soon as the pressure assaulted him, he lost control for a moment. He also had to continuously use his core to resist the Suppression Formation.
Ken got up from the ground and straightened his clothes slowly before approaching the kneeling man. He blocked a punch earlier with his sword but was still thrown back by the sheer force behind it. From a quick assessment, he estimated his injuries as one fractured rib.
"Not fighting anymore?"