The instant Doomsday lunged, Yang Ming only had time to push Jessica aside.
"Get the wounded out!"
The next moment, a gray-white fist was already in his face.
Yang Ming raised his right arm.
Armament Haki coated the bones of his hand, black markings rapidly spreading along his forearm.
Their fists collided.
Boom!
The center of the plaza looked as though a meteor had struck it, the ground collapsing layer by layer.
Yang Ming's feet sank into the concrete, everything below his knees submerged in the cracks. His right arm gave a teeth-grating creak of bone.
He was not sent flying.
Doomsday did not retreat either.
The two forces deadlocked in midair.
Yang Ming's glasses slipped down below the bridge of his nose.
"Pretty strong."
Doomsday looked down at him, the black hole in the center of its chest abruptly contracting.
The surface of its fist split open.
Gray-white bone armor curled outward like a living thing, rapidly growing a layer of sharp bone spikes along the traces of Haki left on Yang Ming's arm.
Yang Ming's pupils contracted.
This thing wasn't recovering.
It was recording.
He immediately let go and slid back more than ten meters.
Doomsday's punch struck empty air, the wind from its fist blasting the half-statue behind him to pieces.
"Yang!" Clark charged out of the rubble.
"Don't use the same move again!"
Clark was already in front of Doomsday.
He did not punch. Grabbing Doomsday's shoulders with both hands, he abruptly exerted his strength and dragged the monster away from the plaza.
Doomsday's feet plowed two furrows through the ground, its bone spikes scraping across Clark's chest and tearing his suit open.
Clark gritted his teeth, wrapped his arms around its waist, and shot into the sky.
"Take it farther away!" Yang Ming shouted. "Don't