Ye Chen wore a mocking smile, his eyes cold. He wrenched King's right hand, and with a crack, snapped one of the fingers on King's left hand.
And he was far from finished. This was only the beginning. Crack after crack rang out, each louder and more chilling than the last!
Every finger was a nerve of agony. As they snapped one after another, the pain twisted King's face beyond recognition. He screamed and thrashed like a vengeful ghost, but he could not save a single finger on his left hand.
Ye Chen stepped back and watched King at his leisure, as though enjoying a show. The claws on King's left hand, once razor-sharp, now hung limp. His fingers were red and swollen, with stark white bone jutting from the joints.
"Lord King!" The crew members King had brought with him stared in horror, shaken to the core.
"I'll kill you! I swear it!" King roared, his eyes blazing with hatred.
Ye Chen crooked a finger at him. "Then what are you waiting for? I'd love to see you try. I hope you get your wish!"
King had lost all reason. He sprang at Ye Chen, who met him with a fierce Tiger Form Fist. They clashed again, trading punches and kicks in a blur. The thuds of their blows never stopped as their figures flashed back and forth at dizzying speed.
King's left hand was nearly useless, and he had been weaker than Ye Chen to begin with. Before long, Ye Chen landed a punch on his chest, making him stagger. Ye Chen planted one foot, dropped low, and swept out his right leg in a Sweeping Leg.
His leg cut through the air and struck King's rear leg like an iron bar. With a thud, King lost his