"Damn it!"
As Qin Fan's massive palm descended, a series of cracking sounds erupted from the bones of the other two Martial Monks. Waves of blood-red ripples spread across their skin as they lunged at Qin Fan, moving much faster than before. Their hands were a blur of fists and claws, constantly shifting through complex hand gestures. By the time they reached Qin Fan, the flurry had resolved into open palms. Streaked with crimson threads, their palms looked horrifyingly sinister in the downpour.
SLAP! SLAP!
Without hesitation, just as Qin Fan's palm was about to crash down, their two palms struck his body. Qin Fan froze for a moment.
However, before the monks could rejoice, a cold, sinister smile spread across Qin Fan's face. A low, mocking command boomed from his throat, "Prison Suppressing Body, Shockwave!"
