Under the watchful eyes of the youths and the Stewards, Zhaang Ye strode into the iron cage in a single step.
The Black Armor Fang Beast's two tusks, at some point, had retracted again. Seeing Zhaang Ye enter, it glared at him with its blood-red eyes and snorted a sharp breath from its nostrils. It suddenly raised its foreclaws—each thicker than a man's waist—and swiped at Zhaang Ye.
The Black Armor Fang Beast's tusks were formidable, but the Attack Power of its claws was by no means weak. Its claws were incredibly sharp, and the strike came down like a mountain crashing from above. If it connected, even a man of iron would likely be flattened.
Faced with such a ferocious attack, the only thing Zhaang Ye could do was dodge. He took a shallow breath, and the Startled Swan Step activated. His body moved with deceptive speed, taking a step that seemed both slow and fast at the same time.
