The hardened outer layer began peeling away where Luke had struck Greedy Wolf. Like falling dominoes, great patches of it broke off across his body, revealing purplish-red skin beneath.
That skin looked impossibly smooth, with a faint metallic sheen.
Far from being tender, the skin beneath the outer layer looked even tougher, like a suit of armor encasing Greedy Wolf from head to toe.
Greedy Wolf's Monsterization had deepened.
Yet despite the clear increase in his strength and the power radiating from him, Greedy Wolf only grew more confused.
His strength had been rising steadily, but he had never felt the gap between himself and Baldy narrow in the slightest.
Compared with his own fists, his opponent's attacks came far closer to the fist he sought—one that could anger God.
A fist that even God would find threatening.
Greedy Wolf had no intention of settling for this. No matter how many times his strength surged, he had never believed this was as far as he could go.
If an enormous gap still lay between them, he would do everything he could to close it.
As his strength grew, so did his understanding of martial arts.
Insights flooded his mind like a rising tide.
A sudden light flashed in Greedy Wolf's eyes.
That's it!
If his body has such incredible defenses, I'll find a way past them and strike the most vulnerable parts inside!
With that realization, Greedy Wolf's understanding of martial arts gave him a path forward. In an instant, he grasped an entirely new technique.
Exploding Force!
Greedy Wolf threw a punch. An invisible column of force struck Luke and sent him flying.
The force left in its wake swept sand and dirt to either side, carving a staggering trench through the ground.
The trench stretched for several kilometers.