Mantis's face showed obvious delight, as his Mantis Fist—fingers clenched together to form a punch with extreme penetration and immense force—was like a mantis wielding a blade.
He was certain that Chen Yang, when exchanging blows with him, would be pierced through by his Mantis Fist.
However, the next moment, the joy on Mantis's face vanished, replaced by terror!
Crackling sounds kept ringing out!
Mantis's fist was as if it had been smashed by a sledgehammer, his bones shattered to pieces!
"Ah..."
Mantis couldn't help but let out a scream of agony, clutching his right hand, hopping up and down, trying to alleviate the pain.
Chen Yang lit a cigarette and put it on the corner of his mouth, laughing, "My friend, I think you shouldn't be called Mantis, but rather a monkey! Your leaping is too similar to a monkey's. Can you perform a monkey show? Give us a demonstration!"
Mantis was furious, he roared at Chen Yang, "Perform your mom, fuck!"
