The fist was just two centimeters away from Shen Zhou when it suddenly stopped.
Then, an unbelievable, violent roar erupted.
Such a robust body, almost weighing 200 kilograms, was sent flying through the air.
His accomplices by his side let out incredulous shouts, scrambling backwards, but even as they retreated, it was too late.
The monkey, less than half a meter tall, reached out with its two tiny paws, grabbed hold of Yang Laosan's kicking foot, and hoisted him up, spinning him around and around.
Soon, Yang Laosan's massive body became a windmill, whooshing through the air.
The unfortunate Yang Laosan had become a human weapon in the monkey's paws.
Swinging him around, the monkey charged forward.
In no time, it had smashed the rapidly retreating thugs, sending them flying one after another.
Some crashed into walls, others against pillars, all of them falling in utter disarray, spitting blood.
Suddenly, they lay motionless on the ground.
