Feng Ju also swung his mechanical arm with all his might. Besides frantically waving the mechanical arm, he had no other techniques.
Martial Arts?
Martial Arts were for dealing with humans; they were useless against rats. At least, the martial arts Feng Ju had learned didn't teach him how to deal with rats.
Moreover, these rats did not play by the martial arts code.
Gang fighting was one thing, but they also loved to attack viciously from below, as if there was a mutual stink there.
Feng Ju swung his arm downward, wiping at the base of his thigh, and grabbed the fat rat with his iron hand. The "squeak" of its scream was followed by its head exploding, brains splattering everywhere.
But it was still too late; several tooth marks were left on his thigh, and a chilling wind blew between his legs, sending a shiver down his spine.
In some ways, the terror brought by the rat horde to Feng Ju was at least ten times worse than that night with the [Mask].
"Damn it!"
