When Yang Hucheng suddenly spread his hands open, those ten fingers transformed into sharp claws.
Slightly bent, emitting a bone-chilling gleam.
Those claws were hidden among thick black fur, resembling the super beasts that prowled in the dense jungles.
They could tear anyone to shreds in an instant.
In comparison, Hei Dalong's ten claws, though formidable, were only remarkably long and not nearly as huge as Yang Hucheng's pair of tiger claws.
With just one casual stretch, it seemed he could crush both of Hei Dalong's claws.
Hei Dalong's face collapsed in disbelief, staring at Yang Hucheng.
"You... what kind of wicked technique is this? How can you... turn a pair of normal hands into... into this? They look like they're even more powerful than my... than my..."
Originally, he wanted to say his claws were more powerful but his pride prevented him from admitting it.
Unexpectedly, he was instantly struck to the core by Yang Hucheng's words.