"Bang!"
The Shark Beast's iron fist, coated in a viscous mixture of seawater and blood and nearly large enough to cover an adult human's entire chest, slammed into Barbarian Aken's chest with terrifying force, as though it could punch through rock steel.
Pop—
The first thing to burst was the dense red glow coating his skin in response to the fury in his heart—the outward manifestation of the Barbarian's core power, Fury Power.
Yet now, it was shattered by the Shark Beast's punch.
At the same time, that seemingly fragile, shapeless red glow had weakened part of the blow's force, slightly easing the pressure Aken's body had to endure.
Then came the skin, muscles, and bones.
It was not as though Barbarians could not wear equipment. In fact, there was even a specialized power branch that used heavy Spiked Armor as an offensive weapon, striking enemies through close-quarters combat.
But Aken clearly did not follow that fighting style.
With a great axe as his primary weapon, Xia Nan had never seen this Barbarian from a remote island wear anything on his upper body since the day they met. He always bared his torso in a wild, primitive manner, displaying his elaborate, dense tattoos to everyone.
Now that the Shark Beast's fist had struck the center of his chest, there was naturally no additional protection from armor. His flesh and blood had to bear it all.
His relatively soft skin caved inward beneath the tremendous force of the fist. The muscle tissue below compressed like a waterlogged sponge, crushing and rupturing blood vessels. The blood that burst forth stained the skin above a dark purple.
When the skin and muscles were compressed to their limit, the bones supporting his body finally broke as well, snapping amid a continuous series of cracking