Chapter 100 The Sash of the Stretching Rainbow

My eyes reopened to see the infernal priest clutching at his right hand, screaming at the top of his voice in agony! The hand which barely seized me was now grotesquely bent as if it was broken! I jerked my head back to look at my companions, my eyes relaying my question. But both of whom were also watching me with amazement themselves. There was no time to ask about what happened. I yelled at the evil priest, "How do you like a taste of that, you old weasel?" Filled with anger at my taunt, the wicked priest began squawking strangely with fury and charged at me again like a frenzied bull! I began regretting goading him; even in his injured state, the evil priest was still many times as powerful as I am! There was no way I could ever dream of defeating him! In my panic, I began thinking of my father, Master Six, and the founder of my father's order whose picture I saw not long ago. I was in desperate need of help! Suddenly, I remembered, Master Six! Yes!