Ordinary people saw Kingpin as nothing more than a broad, fat man. But beneath the oversized suits he usually wore was not flab, but terrifying knots of muscle capable of pounding a person into pulp.
He glanced at Bullseye, stepped onto the mat, rolled his neck, and walked toward He-El. The muscles of his massive body burst through his suit.
"I'm coming."
Kingpin gave a warning, then opened the battle with a probing straight punch at He-El.
Though it was only a test punch, it still carried tremendous force, like the head-on impact of a roaring locomotive.
At the same time, Bullseye flicked his flying needles back into his hand and swiftly circled around. Acting on his killer's instincts, he moved into He-El's blind spot. As Kingpin attacked He-El, Bullseye formed a knife-hand and covertly struck at He-El's carotid artery.
Unlike Kingpin's probing attack, Bullseye went all out, murderous intent glinting in his dark eyes.
"It's fine to use your full strength."
He-El smiled faintly. He raised his right palm to meet Kingpin's fist; in that instant, his left hand seemed to bloom like a profusion of flowers. To Bullseye's killing gaze, it was dizzying. His slender, fair fingers were like a snake suddenly emerging from the blossoms, tapping the center of Bullseye's knife-hand palm.
In an instant, Kingpin's fist striking He-El's palm produced a sharp smack. Kingpin felt an identical force transmitted from He-El's palm, as though he had struck an immovable diamond mountain. He could not shake He-El in the slightest.
Kingpin did not understand the calculations or technical intricacies behind the path and magnitude of that force. He only knew one thing: he could not move He-El.
"Good!"
A furious blaze rose in Kingpin's resolute eyes. He roared as hot blood surged through his body. The armpits