Amidst the roaring of the giant dragon, Chu Ge tightly clutched the "Reversed Scale" with his left arm, his body seemingly fused with it. No matter how wildly the dragon thrashed, it could not fling him off.
As for his right arm, it continuously lifted, fell, lifted again, and fell once more, repeating the same actions over and over.
Chu Ge didn't know how many punches he had thrown; he only knew that he must keep swinging.
The skin and flesh on his fist had long been worn away, peeling off the muscles and bones, and amidst those full-force collisions, even his hand bones had fractured, shattered, and then the flesh of his forearm wore away, leaving the bones in his arm as his weapon, replacing his fist, stabbing again and again onto that "Reversed Scale."
Pain, immense pain, excruciating pain.
Any language seemed utterly inadequate to describe such pain.
