White Hybrid

Mantis had delivered a powerful punch right in the center of the man known as one of the pillars of the Behemoth Clan, Kilper.

After delivering the hit, Mantis looked at his fist, still feeling the power surging in it.

'That was perfect!' Mantis thought. 'After watching Raze break those walls, I've been trying to perfect this punch in that base day after day, and now I just landed it perfectly!'

While joyous in the punch, his wings on his back started to flap.

"Someone's happy for a situation where the enemy is still standing," Mada claimed.

"My attack was the only one that hit, so I don't want any crap from either of you, and that guy's as big as at least ten buffalos," Mantis claimed.

During Mantis's time at the Dark Faction, he hadn't just been lamenting over his situation.

He had been trying to perfect the punch he had delivered, condensing his Qi to one point. He had done well, but for a long time, something was still missing.