"Bang!"
Ling Mo staggered back several steps before steadying himself at the other end of the table.
His right foot shook uncontrollably as he frowned and shouted, "Hiss~! That really hurts! Is your face made of an iron pan or what?!"
The brat was flung backward, crashing heavily against the wall.
By the time he got up, in addition to the nosebleed that flowed continuously, his head was also dripping with blood.
Blood wouldn't stop flowing from his eyelids, indicating he had taken a severe hit.
But the bone fragments that protruded from beneath his eyelids managed to protect his eyes.
Ling Mo distracted him by kicking, while several tentacles shot towards him from three different directions, leaving him no chance to dodge.
Had his skull not been hard enough, it would have been riddled into a honeycomb by now.
"That was close..."
The brat shook his head, wiped his own head, and seeing the blood on his hands, exclaimed, "You... you actually..."
