THUD!!
The silver right arm of the mechanical prosthetic crashed down like a giant hammer, whipping up a whistling gale.
Even before it touched him, Yang Wangtao felt a chill. The air hummed and trembled around him, an invisible, suffocating pressure rushing straight for his face.
He might be severely wounded, but he was still Elite Level.
Even with his diminished strength, he was a cut above an ordinary peak Professional Level fighter.
WHOOSH!
Not daring to block it head-on, he hastily erupted with Martial Arts Power and dodged to the side.
BOOM!!
The metal fist brushed past his shoulder and smashed into a piece of machinery.
A full ton of force was violently unleashed, causing the heavy machine to shudder and scrape several inches across the floor.
The dull, concussive sound made his eardrums ring and his nerves scream.
Yang Wangtao's expression was incredibly grim. His breathing was visibly ragged, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
