No one stopped Ji Xinghe; everyone just quietly watched, some even harboring thoughts of taking his place.
Punch after punch, the marquis-level Ape, whose back was to Ji Xinghe, had no choice but to take the blows, unable to either retaliate or dodge.
But after the first punch, it didn't vomit blood anymore.
After a few fruitless struggles, it stood still on the metal ground as if it had given up resisting. Its back muscles continuously relaxed and then swelled violently at the rhythm of Ji Xinghe's punches as if it were trying to punch back using its back.
The semi-squatting posture of the Ape looked strange, somewhat like a large baboon.
"Ji, change your spot," Jackson suggested from behind a screen.
The commander also reminded, "Ji, aim for its lower body, attack its joints."
Tang Qiao fell silent, simply watching without a word, seemingly lost in thoughts.
