The battle continued as again and again the antelope charged. While Little Bull was thrown backward multiple times. His movements appeared crude and his technique seemed nonexistent.
He fought exactly as a village hunter might, straight punches, reckless kicks and sudden grabs. Yet every spectator slowly began noticing something strange, Little Bull wasn't getting injured.
Not even slightly.
The antelope's horns repeatedly struck him, its hooves slammed into his body and several direct impacts landed against his chest and shoulders. Yet there was no blood, no broken bones and certainly no torn flesh.
Just nothing .
The Junior Elder unconsciously touched his own finger as he remembered the registration process vividly when they had tried to draw out Bull's blood. The methods they used were ineffective until finally Elder He Jian was forced to use a Qi technique just to draw a single drop of blood.
