Just a moment later, the Rock Giant's other fist flew out as well. This time it missed slightly and failed to score a direct hit, but the massive wave it kicked up still capsized the great sailing warship, which displaced at least 1,500 tons.
In just a few seconds, two main battleships had been lost. The Navy generals were all furious and heartbroken.
Even more terrifyingly, the Rock Giant losing both fists had only been a temporary illusion. Within seconds, they had grown back. It turned out that while running, it had fused with and absorbed part of the rock layer beneath its feet to make up for its losses!
And this did not affect its running speed at all. Before it could even launch another "flying punch," the Rock Giant had already caught up to the nearest Navy Main Battleship. It raised one foot and stomped it flat.
Under this terrifying blow, akin to a natural disaster, countless Navy officers and soldiers were crushed to pieces before they could even put up symbolic resistance. Not even a corpse remained.
Then came two more "flying punches." Perhaps because the distance was closer, both enormous stone fists struck their targets dead-on, smashing the incomparably sturdy Navy Main Battleships so badly that even the shipwrights who built them would not have recognized them.
In less than half a minute, the supposedly immensely powerful Navy Buster Call fleet had lost half its warships to the Rock Giant's attacks. It was simply unbelievable!
Even Alexander, an old Navy general who had weathered countless storms, could not help falling into a slight daze. The younger officers needed no mention.
Some of the young men were frightened out of their wits. Even officers resorting to lethal measures could hardly stop so many people from jumping overboard