Once the testing phase was over, Ron's offensive abruptly grew fiercer.
The wooden fists were like an endless downpour.
"Come on, Ron!"
Roger roared, driving his fists out in turn, trying to find a gap among the densely packed wooden fists where he could stand his ground.
In truth, Roger did have a slight advantage against the wooden fists. His body was like rubber, after all, and as long as the wooden fists lacked sufficient Haki, their blows would not affect him too much.
"Infinite air fists!!"
Roger's punches grew faster and faster. He pulled his fists back and struck, then pulled them back and struck again, every punch blasting out a ring of invisible shock waves.
But... the wooden fists kept multiplying, until he had to take a punch for every one he threw.
Then his feet began sliding backward, first half a step, then a full step, then faster and faster, plowing two ever-deepening furrows through the ice.
Finally, Roger's punches began to lose their rhythm. He could no longer fully pull back the fists he threw, and the wooden fists that followed slammed into his body, one after another.
Bam, bam, bam~~~
Bam, bam, bam~~~
"Pfft."
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Roger's mouth. Then his figure was completely swallowed by the wooden fists, submerged in that constantly surging tide.
Rayleigh's situation was hardly any better.
At first, he could still swing his sword to counterattack. Later, he could only defend. Then his blade vibrated until it hummed, and his defensive line retreated inch by inch. Finally, the wooden fists began breaking through his defenses, hammering his blade one after another and shaking his arms numb.
In the end, he could not escape the wooden fists breaching his defenses and slamming into his body either. His whole