Feeling the terrifying power on his arm, Kong Xing's eyes widened, and he felt his scalp go numb.
He had been careless.
The monkey not only ignored the puppets but also was not afraid of the deadly poison. All these were just to lure him close.
Thinking back now, it was so horrifying. Before he knew it, he had lost his basic judgment and fell into the monkey's conspiratorial rhythm unintentionally—literally delivering himself into its hands.
He should have known; his specialty was long-range casting. If only he had been more cautious, it couldn't have hurt him. Wasn't it just a matter of time before it would slowly wear down and be killed?
Kong Xing imagined this on his own and felt he had played a good hand terribly. Regret instantly filled him, and he let out a frustrated roar, "No... this can't be possible. You're just a monkey, how can you be so strong!"
