It moved far faster than anything that size should have.
Chen Hao raised his left hand.
One punch.
His fist slammed squarely into the forehead of Tian Wu's foremost human face.
The impact spread outward from the point of contact. The force of that punch stopped Tian Wu's five-meter body dead in midair, canceling its forward momentum and leaving it suspended for half a second.
Then it went flying.
Tian Wu skidded backward seven or eight meters, its four tiger claws carving four white streaks into the rocky ground before it finally stopped.
The instant it steadied itself, it charged again.
No hesitation. No reassessment of its opponent's strength. It simply charged.
Chen Hao raised his right leg and kicked Tian Wu in the ribs.
Thud...
Tian Wu flew sideways and crashed into the cave wall, shattering a section of rock. It climbed out of the rubble and shook off the debris. All eight human faces opened their eyes... madness filled every pair of slit pupils.
It charged again.
Chen Hao threw punch after punch, kick after kick. Every blow relied on pure physical strength.
No fluctuations of spiritual energy, no glow of magic. Every punch struck flesh, every kick landed with a smack.
Tian Wu howled under the beating.
Literally howled... the sounds coming from its eight mouths were no longer those intimidating roars, but hoarse wails laced with pain.
But it never stopped.
Kicked away, get up, charge. Knocked down, roll over, charge.
Yang Wanqing's eyelids twitched as she watched.
"Yaoyao, what's wrong with this Tian Wu? Is there something wrong with its brain?"
Chen Siyao stared at Tian Wu as it charged over and over, her brow furrowing deeper. "It doesn't seem mindless. It can use tools and knows how to build up power for an attack...