The Jackal-headed man heard the sound of his bones and muscles tearing, but he still refused to let go.
"If you keep forcing it, you can forget about ever using that right hand again." The burly man with flames in his eyes warned coldly.
"It's fine. I've always thought having two hands was a bit excessive anyway. One fist is enough to kill someone." The Jackal-headed man grinned. As he spoke, his arm was nearing its breaking point.
A crafty glint flashed through the Jackal-headed man's eyes. He suddenly lifted the leg that had been braced against the ground.
Then he and the hammer hurtled toward the burly man with flames in his eyes. At the same time, his left hand had already clenched into a fist and slammed toward his opponent's chest. "Try one of my punches too!"
There was no doubt that he had pulled a trick with that punch. It carried not only his own strength, but also the pull of the hammer flying back toward the burly man's hand.
Yet the burly man with flames in his eyes neither dodged nor flinched. A flicker of contempt crossed his gaze as he simply thrust out his chest to meet the punch.
The Jackal-headed man felt as though his fist had struck a concrete wall. No—if it had been a concrete wall, it would have collapsed beneath that blow. Yet the other man's body merely swayed, and he gave a cold snort through his nose.
"Did you skip a meal?"
"Though I don't like making excuses, I really hadn't had breakfast when you showed up," the Jackal-headed man said.
The moment his words fell, the burly man across from him reached out with one hand.
His palm clamped directly around the Gnoll's head and lifted him off the