Chapter 1173-playing the same old trick

The giant straightened its body and its gaze followed the monk's movements. It snorted a few times and seemed to be toying with him.

The monk ran all the way with his saber in his hand. The saber collided with the ground, causing a loud boom! The monk only felt a searing pain between his thumb and forefinger, as if his entire arm was about to be torn apart! However, he did not relax his grip on the saber!

He slashed the ground with his fine knife, leaving sparks and lightning in his wake!

The tip of the knife was emitting green smoke, and at this time, it had become hot red due to friction!

Although the giant's skin was as hard as a rock, it was still a body. Normal attacks would not work, and a 300 - 400 degree Celsius Molotov cocktail could not be blocked by the giant's rough palms. What about speed?

Where's the high temperature?

Sharpness!

Where was his strength?