"This poor Daoist is over one hundred and ten. My qi and blood are both depleted, my stomach is weak, and I can easily throw out my back just by moving my hands. I'm really not invincible under heaven..."
Listening to the old Daoist's sincere confession, the entire superhuman world breaks into a cold sweat.
[Everywhere Access, Zhao Fangxu]:
"Level-One Combat Readiness! That's a living, self-aware intercontinental ballistic missile moving across the land! When he says he might throw out his back, he's warning us that if we don't clean up public security, he'll break the spine of the entire superhuman world!"
[Quanxing, Tianjin Branch]:
The assassin lies sprawled on the ground, clutching the fine steel dagger twisted into a pretzel by two fingers and bawling: "Bullshit! Who said he relies on talismans for protection?! The old man was soaking in the bathhouse bare-chested. He didn't even move his butt, and casually kneaded my steel blade into a pretzel like it was noodles!"
[Most Dutiful Grandson, Zhang Chulan]:
Staring at the two bowls of beef noodles piled high like little mountains, Zhang Chulan feels the hair on his back stand on end. "I'm already nineteen! Last night, this old monster sliced through a steel pipe with a bit of garlic skin, and today he's asking me with tears in his eyes to eat more meat and grow big and strong... He's obviously trying to trap me with a tenderness scheme!"
Facing a terrified Everywhere Access, the crippled Quanxing members scattered across the ground, and his trembling grandson, Zhang Zhiwei grips the two-jiao exorcism talisman in his sleeve pocket, feeling extremely uneasy.
"Why are the young people in Tianjin so fragile? Please, everyone, show some mercy. This poor Daoist really doesn't have a single yuan on him. I truly can't afford the medical bills..."
