In the brief respite, the outcome of the battle had become clear.
One of the three Ant Bulls was dead. Two remained: a wounded, enraged brown Behemoth and a blue variant that was uninjured but had begun to show caution.
The thick stench of blood filled the iron cage, further stoking the beasts' ferocity.
Blood poured from the savage wound in the brown Ant Bull's abdomen, and the agony fully ignited its primal fury.
It stopped charging pointlessly. With a deafening roar, its massive body reared upright, and its two sharp claws, sheathed in thick keratin and capable of crushing rock, slammed down toward Hercules's head like a pair of blades!
The force of that blow was enough to crush a Leman Russ Tank.
Had this been Hercules a few days earlier, he might have chosen to evade it.
But now, feeling the seemingly endless torrent of strength roaring through his body, he was filled with unprecedented confidence and ferocity.
Rather than retreat, he took half a step forward. His core muscles surged into action, and his right fist shot upward like a siege shell fired from a cannon, meeting that mountain-shaking downward strike head-on!
BAM!!!!
CRACK!!!
As fist met claw, the sound was no longer a dull boom, but the unmistakable crack of shattering bone!
Hercules's fist seemed not to be flesh and blood, but the hardest ram mounted on a warship.
The instant they met, the irresistible force shattered the brown Ant Bull's thick forelimb from hoof to wrist, twisting it out of shape!
White splinters of bone even pierced its hide, jutting into the air!
ROOOAR!!!
The brown Ant Bull let out an agonized howl, its massive body toppling backward as it lost its balance.
An opening!
A fierce gleam flashed in Hercules's eyes, and he moved