Harry's body suddenly grew a size larger. He was clearly just a child, yet he suddenly looked like a giant, with muscles that drew everyone's attention.
The change stunned everyone, and they immediately thought of the Super Soldier Serum Norman Osborn had injected into himself.
Harry had no time to explain. He gripped his sword with both hands and swung it at Squirtle. The immense force even bent the Plastic Steel Longsword.
The power behind this strike had already surpassed the limits of an ordinary person. It had practically reached the level of a superpower.
Though it was only a practice sword made of plastic steel, a blow from it could probably break most of a person's bones and smash them into a heap of mangled flesh.
Harry hadn't been lying when he said that this was his strongest strike.
Unfortunately, his opponent wasn't an ordinary person, but an AllSpark mechanical pet that combined all kinds of advanced technology.
A tremendous boom rang out, and even the ground trembled slightly.
When the scene came into focus again, everyone saw that Harry's sword was just two or three centimeters from Squirtle's head, unable to move any farther. Squirtle's short, thick forelegs had clamped firmly around the blade, holding it so tightly that Harry couldn't even pull it free.
Squirtle had been driven into the grass and soil by the force of the blow, with a third of his body buried underground. But in terms of the result, Harry's strike hadn't even hurt a single hair on Squirtle's head.
Well, Squirtle didn't have any hair to begin with. Still, his superb bare-handed sword-catching technique proved that he, too, was one of the bald bigwigs.
"My strongest strike was stopped by a turtle catching my sword bare-handed?!" Harry's face was full of shock,