Bang—!
Dust billowed into the sky as Elder Centipede's jet-black head shot upward once more. It was completely uninjured, but a fist mark had appeared on the shell around its jaw.
It was a Dragon-level threat—mysterious and powerful. How could it possibly be defeated so easily?
But... for a mere fly to leave a fist mark on its shell was enough to give Elder Centipede a measure of shock!
Crack, crack, crack...
Wu Biao rolled his fists, producing a series of crisp pops. Looking at Elder Centipede's enormous head, he gave a dark chuckle. "That shell of yours is pretty hard, but Brother Biao's fists are even harder!"
"You're courting death!"
Elder Centipede flew into a rage. As a Dragon-level threat, whenever it appeared, everyone avoided it like the plague. Now, a tiny bug was daring to provoke it—how could it possibly tolerate that?
Its massive body dove down once again. Its tremendous length and force alone whipped up a violent gale with the simple momentum of its descent. Then, just as it was about to reach Wu Biao, it raised its sharp foreleg, giving off the impression of a knight charging into battle.
Its foreleg thrust forward fiercely, while its body, sprawling across nearly half the city, rolled and twisted with astonishing agility.
Whoosh—!
Amid a piercing whistle through the air, its foreleg stabbed straight at him. Wu Biao raised a brow, his gaze turning cold, and casually evaded with Geppo.
Yet the face atop Elder Centipede's head revealed a humanlike, sinister grin. It surged forward, its other foreleg rising and sweeping across like a long whip—swift and savage.
Wu Biao had barely come to a stop when the foreleg was already upon him. Without a moment's hesitation, the power of his physique surged forth, Armament Haki enveloped his