Anthony called his dagger back to himself mid air and fell into a nearby ranch with a thud. He felt himself land on something nauseating at the same time he vomited dark blood which formed because of the internal injury which was aggravated after taking on the old man's attack.

Anthony looked down on what his hand was touching and immediately screamed in horror. He had fallen on a pile of horse dung. He screamed in horror and immediately withdrew his palm, levitating to the air. He landed on an area closer to a bush and quickly wiped himself clean using the leaves from the trees.

"Pretty weak. What a wastrel. How do you like the pile of poo from my spiritual stallions? It's your honor to touch something from a spiritual beast. Why aren't you thanking me already?" The old man asked beside him.

Anthony looked up with anger in his eyes. The old man had appeared without his knowledge while he was cleaning up using the leaves.

"You disgusting smelly old man." Anthony whispered through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

The old man chuckled again in that annoying way of his.

"Indeed, there's someone here who is smelly, but that person ain't me."

His sarcastic words bit Anthony hard, infuriating him. He tore up his outer layer of clothes which were stained, leaving him only in his Hanfu's inner shirt and trousers.

Anthony gritted his teeth, at the end of his patience. He suddenly smiled and looked at him.

"I admit that the power disparity between us is indeed much, really wide. But I, Anthony Meyers, have never been one to back down without a fight, bring it on."

"Good, you're truly tough. Let's see which one is tougher, your will or your bones. But tell you what? My fist can crush them all. You have no other option than to stay here obediently and be my little slave, heeding my words and working tirelessly for me. As for breaking free in this lifetime, dream on. You don't have the ability."

Anthony's eyes hardened as he listened to the man.

"You want to make me your slave? Dream on." Anthony whispered through gritted teeth. Ever since divorcing Priscilla, he had despised anything that would make him suffer humiliation.

"You have no option. You have to accept it no matter how proud you are. You're way too young—way too weak. Even a child over here can beat you to pulp. The only way you can leave this place is either you defeat me—or you die." The old man said, his eyes merciless and cold.

"You don't have the ability to kill me." Anthony said coldly and stood up. Even if he knew that the man was very powerful and defeating him was 'mission impossible', it wouldn't stop him from sacrificing his all to break free.

"Are you sure about that? You do not have the ability to defeat me. The only way to be free is to kill yourself." The man asked and stepped back, going into a broader field, probably to make space for the fight about to happen.

Anthony smirked at the man.

"Even if I don't have the ability, it won't stop me from trying. As for me dying, it's impossible. People like me do not die that easily. Whether it is you, me, or anyone else, killing me is impossible, I will only come out stronger."

The old man smiled and picked up a twine rope from the ground and passed spiritual power through it, strengthening it and turning it into a lethal weapon.

Anthony also unsheathed his daggers, walking to the man with his eyes vacant and free from every emotion. The man kept walking back, while Anthony kept moving forward, holding his dagger in a fighting stance, ready to unleash himself whenever he got the opportunity. Without warning, the man swung out the rope with incredible speed.

Anthony immediately drifted back, bending back in an awkward angle, while the rope swirled above him, missing their target. The rope swung around again mid air, bringing with it the whooshing sounds of wind caused by an object rotating rapidly in the air. Anthony called back his daggers, realizing that the dagger was useless against this type of weapon. He can only confront it head on with brute force. To fight a barbarian, he had to turn into one himself.

He stepped aside using his phantom steps technique, moving around with a whoosh and flickers of his shadows, changing position every millisecond as he avoided the rope coming from him. He suddenly changed his left hand into a claw technique and slapped the rope using the hell breaker third move with his right hand.

The slap reduced the rope's momentum, allowing Anthony to catch it with his left hand. The man immediately jumped forward, catching the other end of the rope. He tried to tug it away, but Anthony held it tightly, not minding the fact that it was bruising his palm, making the man surprised.

The man suddenly smirked and yanked the rope forward without warning, pulling both Anthony and the rope to himself. Just as Anthony was a few centimeters away from colliding with him, he flicked him with two fingers once more, sending him hurtling down on the floor.

"Your physique is too weak. You will never be able to beat me in a competition of raw strength." The old man said calmly, his voice devoid of any emotions.

Anthony stood up again and flew into the air, punching towards the man with a crazy look in his eyes. He punched out more than fifty times in a second, mercilessly releasing the hell breaker fist on the man without rest, and also running around him using his phantom step technique, making his attack hard to guard against. No one knew when or where he would hit from.

The hell breaker fist fell on the man like a tornado, releasing the heavy sound of multiple drums being beaten. The man suddenly swung his arm in an arc and found Anthony, hitting him back mercilessly. Anthony flew over a hundred meters, landing before the door of the woodshed where he first woke up. The man arrived before Anthony just as vomited blood from the attack.

He looked up at the man with a complicated expression in his eyes.

"Who are you?" He whispered, suppressing the pain he felt. His body was aching like that of a mortal run over by a truck.

The man smirked and looked down at him.

"I will only say this once, so listen carefully. They call me the bald axe old man, Huo Fu, master of the the demon slayer blood sucking battle axe."

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