Arjinto and the others gritted their teeth and swung their hammer-like fists, smashing them fiercely toward Tyberos.
Yet when these seemingly mighty attacks landed on Tyberos's hard, steel-like knotted muscles, they did nothing more than raise faint ripples and slight tremors.
Tyberos's body seemed like an impregnable fortress, unshakable no matter what external force struck it.
Tyberos, on the other hand, threw every punch with overwhelming momentum and boundless strength.
When his fists came crashing toward Arjinto and the others with a howling roar, they either had to muster all their strength to take the terrifying blow head-on or swiftly dodge to the side.
At the slightest misstep, they would be sent flying by Tyberos's mountain-crushing fist, then slam heavily onto the cold, hard ground like kites with severed strings.
Although every time they were sent flying, agonizing pain tore through their bodies and left every inch of them burning, Arjinto and the others displayed astonishing resilience.
They always struggled back to their feet as quickly as possible. Without bothering to wipe the blood from their mouths or straighten their disheveled clothes, they plunged back into the assault on Tyberos without hesitation.
Thus, in this exceptionally fierce close-quarters brawl, where neither side used weapons, the immensely powerful Tyberos still held a firm advantage against the combined attack of several men. He suppressed them completely, leaving them unable to strike back.
Now that he no longer needed to remain wary of the weapons in their hands, Tyberos's advantage became even more apparent as he dealt with their assault. His huge frame and extraordinary physical strength made all the difference.
His towering, brawny body stood like an immovable mountain, radiating an aura that inspired fear.
However, the situation would have been entirely different if both sides had been armed. Even someone as