Naga thought Chen Mo was insulting him, but there was still nothing he could do. He was weaker, so all he could do was get pinned to the ground and rubbed around!
He could feel that without the Golden Armguard's protection, his body might not have been able to withstand Chen Mo's attacks. He would definitely have been beaten into a pulp!
So Naga's mentality had completely collapsed. All he could do was protect his body and take the beating.
Bang! Bang!...!
A continuous barrage of blows rang out. Naga's enormous body was beaten into a staggering mess, repeatedly slammed back and forth against the rocks! If there had been special effects, Naga would probably have been covered in lumps from head to toe, with snot and drool all over his face!
Chen Mo, meanwhile, felt utterly exhilarated! He truly felt incredibly good, as if all the suppressed emotions inside him had finally found an outlet.
Damn it, so what if Naga had the Golden Armguard? The defensive barrier emitted by the armguard could block more than eighty percent of his attacks, perhaps even more—but so what?
As long as Chen Mo vented his frustration by landing his fists and feet on Naga's body, he was happy.
Although Naga was thick-skinned and incredibly tough, it was enough that Chen Mo enjoyed hitting him. He was just blowing off steam, easing the frustration of having to pretend to be a white skin all this way, unable to do what he wanted, and forced to suppress his strength because he could not reveal it.
Now that he had such a big sandbag to punch and kick, naturally it felt great.
Whenever something happened, he had to inexplicably suppress his strength and pretend to be weak. It was truly irritating. Now that he