"Rip—"
The belt, already slashed by Xiaojiu's clawed wind, was barely holding on by a few strands of fiber and finally uttered its last wail in the midst of his intense movements, completely snapping.
The broken belt dangled down powerlessly like a dying snake.
Fortunately, his waist was robust, and the loose waistband just managed to hang on at his hip bones instead of dropping all the way down.
Yet, the unrestrained fabric still slid down an inch or so, inevitably revealing half of his bright red underwear.
Well, it was his zodiac year, and wearing red undies was supposed to bring good luck, but who knew...
The striking red stood out glaringly against the torn black robe and bloodstained outfit.
As he continued to dodge around, that patch of red appeared and disappeared, tightened with his tensed muscles and swayed subtly with his relaxing moves, like a defiant... banner of shame flying amidst the smoke.
In short, this claw from Xiaojiu had little harm but immense insult.
