An old man clad in grey brown robes with a slightly hunched back had his left hand placed behind his back and his right hand held a walking stick as he pointed towards ten some people.
"Come and stretch these old bones!"
As the old man spoke the ten some people didn't give him a chance to continue and immediately attacked, they felt the old man was too arrogant, they were individual powerhouses of their respective races so of course they too had their own pride.
As they attacked the old man they used their full strength, countless tails struck along with punches that cracked apart space, the attack reached the old man in an instant.
The senders of the attack thought the old man was going to release a defensive shield or something to block the attack because of how terrifying the attack was but to their surprise, the man just looked at the attack with a faint smile.
Suddenly he raised his walking stick and pointed it at the attack that was in front of him.
Bang!
