Panic crept across the Blond Man's face. He had realized the tide was turning against him.
He had never faced anything like this before.
Against opponents who relied on physical blows to win, the Blond Man's power gave him such a favorable matchup that victory usually came easily.
They could punch him without doing much damage, while a single punch from him could leave them reeling.
With that almost shameless advantage, the Blond Man had advanced through round after round.
Until he met Greedy Wolf.
Now he was in trouble. Greedy Wolf's technique kept his attacks from landing, while Greedy Wolf struck his vital points again and again. Worse, his opponent seemed to have made a major breakthrough during the fight. The blows landing on him were growing too heavy to bear.
In past battles, even if an opponent broke through mid-fight and improved dramatically in both attack and defense, the Blond Man could steal their armor again. But that depended on one thing.
His Armor-Piercing Fist had to hit them again, piercing their defenses and transferring that defensive strength to himself.
As long as he could not touch Greedy Wolf, he could not steal the man's improved resistance to blows.
The Blond Man was now at a complete disadvantage.
Against the impenetrable defense and relentless counters of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, his disadvantage became a struggle, and that struggle became certain defeat.
Bruises appeared across his body, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
When the Blond Man's defense and willpower were both on the verge of collapse, Greedy Wolf finally threw the punch that sealed the match.
It streaked out like a meteor and struck the Blond Man squarely on the jaw. The force shattered teeth in his mouth and sent him flying.
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