Bang!!!
The two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in midair, one above the other.
The gravel on the beach was kicked up by the impact of their punches and scattered in all directions.
Ares's deep-set eyes beneath his prominent brow flashed with surprise, while the corners of his mouth lifted high. Even though Silka was his enemy, he did not hold back his praise. "The Giant Tribe's strength... It's fierce and powerful!"
"What a thrill!"
Although Ares's powerful physique had absorbed much of the solid impact generated by their colliding fists, the sensation was still far more "satisfying" than the feeling of striking his body with an iron rod.
For every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. That law still existed in the world of the Pirate King.
"You're not bad either!" Silka said admiringly, a smile of mutual respect on his face. "You're the strongest human I've ever seen!"
That was what he said.
But Silka flexed the muscles in his bulging arm, swung his left fist with a sharp whistle through the air, and suddenly drove a heavy punch toward Ares.
He held nothing back.
Acknowledging Ares's strength did not mean he would go easy on him!
The powerful wind from the punch struck his face. Excitement flashed in Ares's eyes as he swung his arm to meet it.
Bang!
A muffled collision rang out.
The pure contest of strength stirred Ares's competitive spirit, making him determined to see who was stronger.
"Azure Dragon Fist Style—Lightning Five Consecutive Strikes!!!"
With both legs firmly planted in the sand, the robust muscles of his thighs bulged, stretching the loose shorts around them. He spread his arms into a fighting stance and unleashed a barrage of punches at Silka, the Giant, like a violent storm.
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