The Martial Fool dashed out several miles, blood dripping from his nose, and blood seeping from his ears and eyes. He sought a cool shade under a tree to rest.
He let out hissing sobs, yet smiled at the corners of his mouth. His expression was bizarre, seeming mad and crazed, but eventually calmed down. He said, "Powerful, incredibly powerful! But after taking my 'Vajra Palm,' you wouldn't feel good either."
The duel was brief, yet the dangers within surpassed a dragon crossing water, with obstacles multiplied. The Martial Fool, with a compromised mind, pursued martial arts for enjoyment and surviving to this day, was a testament to his formidable strength.
The Vajra Palm Force was domineering and righteous, not to be practiced by anyone but the purest. The Martial Fool, wholeheartedly pursuing martial arts, had a pure mind. The Vajra Palm had already reached Perfection, its depth astonishing.
