Because it was injured, the strange beast's movements had slowed somewhat. Qian Ying seized the opportunity, leaping back and forth to evade its attacks before returning to the spot where its scales had previously fallen off.
Now that it lacked the protection of a layer of scales, continuing to attack this spot should inflict much greater damage, right?
As Qian Ying's fist came down again, it naturally brought pain, spasms, and miserable howls from the strange beast.
However, after Qian Ying rapidly punched it more than ten times, the scaleless patch was merely swollen and blood-red. It had not been pierced or smashed apart. It seemed the strange beast's skin beneath its scales was extremely tough as well.
Seeing its tail lash toward him again, he swiftly dodged aside and moved to the strange beast's head. Before it could react, he followed one heavy kick with another, driving its massive head into the sand and earth of the Gobi Desert.
Then, before the strange beast could recover from its daze, Qian Ying darted back to the area where the scales had fallen off.
This time, he did not continue attacking with his fists. Instead, he directly drew the Xiantian Short Sword from his body and thrust it into that area.
With a pfft, the Xiantian Short Sword sank in all the way to the hilt. Yet, to Qian Ying's speechlessness, no blood flowed from where the blade had entered.
Damn it, does this strange beast not have any blood vessels beneath its skin?
He forcefully pulled out the short sword, then stabbed it down again! Still, there was no bleeding. In that case, he would keep going.
Stab! Stab! Stab!
More than a dozen consecutive thrusts turned that patch of skin into something like a pegboard, yet there was still