The next moment, under everyone's watchful eyes, Su Ping closed his eyes, grabbed the Sea King Yaksha's arm, and began to knead it. An indescribable rhythm in his movements caused Meng Yao and Zhu Hong to exchange bewildered glances.
They wondered what on earth this kid was doing and how he had mastered such an incredibly bizarre technique that somehow inexplicably felt reasonable. They couldn't figure it out at all.
Fortunately, Su Ping's actions did not last for too long. Half an hour later, he slowly released his grip. As everyone looked at the arm once more, they were slightly taken aback. In truth, there were no noticeable changes to the arm. The only difference was a strange, albeit inconspicuous, bulge on the back of the hand.
