His body had been pierced and hoisted into the air... Z.
Yet even beneath such fatal injuries, there was not the slightest trace of pain on Z's face. Strictly speaking, Z was not purely human.
There was no blood spreading from the palm that had pierced his body... only a few flickering sparks of electricity.
"You're not Katz. Who are you?"
"There's no need for you to know." The woman's voice rang out again. "It's enough that you know I'm here to kill you."
With that, the other palm of Ironclad Katz reached straight for Z's head. But Z blocked the huge hand that was likely trying to crush his skull with one palm.
Yes, he had caught it and was locked in a stalemate with it. He had even begun pulling the palm embedded in his body free.
As the powerful Ironclad's arm was slowly pulled out, the woman's voice carried a hint of disbelief. "Impossible... You clearly don't have much strength left!"
Z did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on Katz. He knew that the person who wanted him dead was hiding inside Katz's body!
In an instant, Z bent his body, planted both feet against Katz's chest, and then gripped the armor over Katz's chest and kicked off with all his might!
Katz's arm was forcibly torn free, revealing a fair-skinned arm.
"Isn't this your companion? How could you—!"
"Don't worry. I can put it back later." Z spoke calmly. "Besides, I often clean the dust out of Katz. It's not as if this is the first time I've taken him apart."
"That was careless."
The woman was inwardly shocked, but she did not panic. Instead, she kicked the ground with all her strength, sending up a huge cloud of dust before turning and retreating.
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