Upon seeing this, not only did White Mitchell not weaken his offensive, but actually became more fierce. His sword momentum was like a sudden storm, repeatedly hacking at the old beggar and forcing him to retreat, leaving him barely clinging to life.
The old beggar knew he was trapped by White Mitchell, however, he didn't want to admit defeat so easily. He took a deep breath, a strange power welled up within him, and with a slight ripple of his body, he steadied his footing.
A strong force came from the old beggar's hand and the hook trembled again, but this time, it didn't break. The old beggar was as steady as Mount Tai, repelling all of White Mitchell's attacks with this force.
White Mitchell, seeing this, was secretly shocked. He hadn't expected the old beggar to be possessing such immense power. He once again focused his Qi, his sword momentum becoming even more ferocious, aiming to defeat the old beggar.