Although Superalloy Darkshine's body had the unusual ability to accumulate fatigue,
the knife-hand strike had still dealt him immediate, tangible harm.
It wasn't that Metal Fatigue had failed to work. In fact, it had absorbed the damage the blow would have done to Superalloy Darkshine's muscles.
But the terrifying power of the Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist was more than skin-deep.
It struck with devastating precision. Its force drove straight down from the point of contact, wreaking havoc on every muscle and bone in its path.
That was what made the Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist so extraordinary.
Metal Fatigue had absorbed all the damage to Superalloy Darkshine's muscles, but it could not cancel out the impact on his bones.
Metal Fatigue worked only in Superalloy Darkshine's muscles.
A dull pain spread through his shoulder. It came not from his muscles, but from the bone beneath them.
His shoulder blade had cracked, and that would affect his movements to some degree.
Superalloy Darkshine looked horrified.
Even when Greedy Wolf had beaten him, he had suffered only flesh wounds.
Since honing his body to its peak, he had never met anyone capable of injuring his bones.
Superalloy Darkshine had thought that, despite losing to Greedy Wolf, he still ranked among the strongest fighters in this tournament.
Even counting the powerful fighters outside it, there were probably only a handful of people who could defeat him.
Now he realized how narrow his view had been.
There was always someone stronger. If this old man could put him under such pressure, the world held far more powerful fighters than he had imagined.
With his opponent's technique capable of such terrible damage, Superalloy Darkshine could not simply defend. He launched into a furious exchange of blows with the old man.
Superalloy Darkshine usually relied on his overwhelming physique