His body was tough enough to take a beating? Was that even something a human being should say?
Especially in the middle of a fight—saying something so humiliating was enough to make anyone furious.
The Black Clad Man got to his feet and stared straight at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with madness and coldness. Although his limbs were twisted and he could barely stand steadily, it did nothing to lessen his hatred for Chen Mo!
If looks could kill, the Black Clad Man would have already sliced Chen Mo into a thousand pieces. Yes, sliced him into a thousand pieces with his eyes.
Chen Mo basically ignored the Black Clad Man's murderous glare. So what if he looked? It was not as if he could actually kill him with it.
Besides, it was not the Black Clad Man trying to kill him now. Rather, the Black Clad Man could not withstand his strength and desperately wanted to kill him, yet had no way to do so.
"That look of yours really pisses me off," Chen Mo said. He flashed forward, and before the Black Clad Man could dodge, he kicked him flying and plastered him against the wall once more.
The Black Clad Man struggled away from the wall and slid to the floor. His limbs were twisted out of shape, and his breastbone had been caved in by that kick. At this point, he could no longer stand and could only prop up his upper body in something like a half-kneeling position.
Yet despite such grave injuries, the Black Clad Man did not cry out in pain at all. It was as if his body could not feel pain. He was unsteady only because his limbs were twisted.
Chen Mo had not actually used his full strength against