Chen Hao did not retreat. He drew his left leg back, lowered his body slightly, raised his right leg, and kicked the side of the right claw.
The force of that kick knocked the right claw off course. It swept past his waist and clamped onto a boulder behind him. The boulder was sliced in half like tofu and came crashing down.
The Crab General brought its left claw down again. Chen Hao jumped, landed on the back of the left claw, and used it to spring onto the Crab General's back.
The Crab General's shell was slippery, coated in a layer of mucus, but Chen Hao's feet stayed planted as though nailed to it. He crouched, clenched his fist, and punched the top of its head. Once, twice, three times.
Each punch landed with a dull thud, like the beat of a drum. Cracks began spreading across the Crab General's shell. Dark blue fluid seeped through them and ran down its back.
In pain, the Crab General thrashed wildly, trying to throw Chen Hao off. Its eight legs gouged deep pits in the ground, while its two enormous claws flailed overhead, trying to catch him.
But Chen Hao always dodged at the last possible moment, and the Crab General's right claw clamped onto its own left claw with a piercing metallic clang.
"Why are you pinching yourself?" Yang Wanqing watched from below, utterly bewildered.
Chen Hao hesitated no longer. He stood, leaped nearly ten meters into the air, then flipped over and plunged down like a meteor.
His right foot struck the top of the Crab General's head, driving it down into its chest.
All eight of the Crab General's legs buckled at once. Like a collapsing high-rise, its massive body tilted slowly, slowly, then crashed to the ground.