Tong En was feeling a bit frustrated. She had just questioned Wang Teng's abilities, and now she found herself proven wrong.
Didn't this fellow just cut a small wound on the head of the Naga Race's armored corpse?
Why had the armored corpse stopped moving?
Something wasn't right.
The others were equally perplexed. They had assumed that Wang Teng's strength, while impressive, wouldn't be enough to deal with a Naga Race's armored corpse capable of wielding universe-stage power.
It wasn't that they looked down on Wang Teng It was just a matter of them potentially underestimating his abilities.
Now, their perceptions had been turned upside down.
It seemed that Wang Teng's strike had indeed been effective.
But, how was this possible?
It was just a small cut, but the Naga Race's armored corpse lost its ability to move.
"Wang Teng, how did you do it?" Tong En couldn't help but ask.
