"Indeed solid..."
Meng Chuan used the Tiger Soul Spear as a lever, pulling Motohiko down from the air and fiercely suppressing him onto the ground.
As the floating clouds scattered, Motohiko wasn't significantly harmed, but at this moment, his whole body was violently trembling, digesting the immense force coursing through him.
Motohiko slowly stood up, looking at Meng Chuan's incredibly strange, tumor-covered large arm.
He had no idea what was going on.
He knew Meng Chuan could enlarge his form to gain power, but... what was with this arm?
The terrifying giant force made him unable to resist falling from the air, completely unexpected.
Cough, cough...
The corner of Motohiko's mouth showed a trace of blood, his feet suddenly stepped back and retreated.
Relying on his speed advantage, he dodged Meng Chuan's True Qi-laden heavy punch, flashing to a nearby spot.
He had only practiced a rudimentary Hard Technique, so his defense couldn't compare to Meng Chuan.
