"Hm?"
War Wolf moved like lightning. In an instant, he was behind Ivankov. Ivankov had only just turned around when bang! War Wolf's fist slammed into him.
Ivankov's massive body slid straight across the deck. Before he could hit the ground, the wheels beneath War Wolf's feet spun up again. "High-speed drift!"
The wheels rolled and black smoke billowed. War Wolf's Steel Armor frame caught up in no time, moving so fast it took Ivankov's breath away. He left a dazzling trail across the deck, like a racer drifting through turn after turn on a highway.
War Wolf's Mecha-Mecha Fruit let him transform at will. Drifting across land and launching himself with jets were no trouble for him. But what made him truly fearsome was his armor's resilience and near-invincible hardness.
"Emporio Feminine Hormones..."
Ivankov finally found an opening and drove his fingers toward War Wolf's left leg. His sharp nails struck as though they had hit a steel plate. Pain twisted his face, but he could not pierce the armor in the slightest.
"Death Back Suplex!"
In the moment Ivankov froze, War Wolf threw a powerful left hook. Ivankov dodged the punch, but the spike on War Wolf's wrist still tore a bloody gash across his chest.
Ivankov reacted quickly, yet War Wolf caught him in a hand like an iron vise. Then War Wolf heaved with both arms and hurled him away.
The moment Ivankov landed, he rolled several times, flipped backward, and scrambled clear. The instant he moved, the massive Chainsaw in War Wolf's hands came down without mercy.
"Bzzzz..."
The Chainsaw's Serrated Saw teeth spun at high speed, flashing with a cold gleam. Ivankov did not dare imagine what would happen if they caught him.
Newkama Kenpo 44, Beauty Secret Art: "Dream Strike Treatment Fist!"
Ivankov