Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"I'm afraid you have underestimated my strength. There's nothing in this world that my Golden Bear Claws can't tear apart..." Yangel scoffed while staring at Mo Fan's Armor.
However, he was stunned when he saw Mo Fan was perfectly fine. Mo Fan's Armor had not broken and have blood pouring out like he had expected. There was not even a single scratch on it!
It was still lustrous and metallic, like it had just been taken out of a forge!
Yangel tried hard to recall whether this young man had nullified his attack with some kind of magic, but he clearly remembered he had landed the attack and left the Claw Mark on his chest.
How did it not have any effect at all?
Yangel's eyes were protruding like a goldfish. He was trying to find the tiniest scratch on Mo Fan's Armor. He felt like he had lost his pride!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Losers whine and make excuses.