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Before Fang Zhixing could figure it out, Breaking Precepts Evil Monk charged at him, unleashing a flurry of punches.

Whoosh~

Fang Zhixing bided his time, and with a flick, his left blood-colored tentacle whipped across like an iron whip.

At the same time, his right blood-colored tentacle fell from the sky and smashed toward Breaking Precepts Evil Monk.

"What flexible tentacles, such a demon transformation is really rare."

Breaking Precepts Evil Monk threw a punch first, directly clashing against the left blood-colored tentacle.

Bang~

Where his fist struck, the blood-colored tentacle bent violently, and a deep dent appeared, even showing a bruise.

The shockwave from the fist force created ripples on the blood-colored tentacle, spreading toward both sides of the tentacle.

The blood-colored tentacle then vibrated intensely, swinging back and forth quickly.

"Agile, both the strength and tenacity are quite good..."