[Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!]
Before the gates of Goa Kingdom's royal castle, the battle between Smoker and General Black Spade had entered its fiercest stage.
Smoke curled around Smoker's entire body, accompanied by an unceasing hiss of jets.
A brilliant cherry-red sheen flowed over the surface of his blackened fists, standing toe-to-toe with the scorching flames rushing at him.
Meanwhile, General Black Spade's entire body looked like red-hot steel.
As he continuously radiated intense heat, wisps of vapor rose from him.
Every swing of his massive fists stirred up heat waves painful enough to bear.
The King's Army soldiers watching nearby kept backing away.
They retreated all the way off the platform before the gates, staring intently from beneath the steps.
In their eyes, every clash of fists between Smoker and General Black Spade shook the air itself.
The thick air seemed to explode, unleashing visible blasts of force and wind.
The concrete beneath their feet had long since become riddled with craters, with vast sections even showing signs of melting.
On the surface, the two appeared evenly matched.
General Black Spade was huge, and his attacks were powerful and heavy, his entire body shrouded in red light.
Smoker, meanwhile, was agile, and his punches were astonishingly fast.
Like a white serpent soaring and twisting through the air, he nimbly evaded the oncoming attacks.
At the same time, he repeatedly lunged forward with those cherry-red fangs, biting into his opponent's body.
But only General Black Spade himself knew how painful Smoker's "fangs" were when they struck him.
At first, it was manageable, but as time passed, Smoker's punches became increasingly vicious.
The force contained within them was like nails gradually growing longer, penetrating deeper inch by inch.
The piercing agony nearly suffocated him. He could only vent his pain and