The enormous green giant took on more Ork features: powerful muscles, vicious tusks, and gigantic iron fists.
Kuka shrieked and swung his fists like a madman. He charged, he howled, and he slammed headfirst into some kind of wall. It was a concept, a rejection-the absolute superiority of a god over a mortal.
Like a clown, Kuka bounced off the wall and tumbled to the ground.
Watching this, Cheng Mingrui actually felt a pang of sympathy, along with a trace of despair. This wall might well be the Void Dragon's body. How could mortals fight a god?
"I'm Kuka, Divine Messenger of Gork and Mork!" A wound had split his bald scalp, and blood covered half his face, but Kuka showed no fear of the being before him.
"Gork and Mork said, smash the bastard!!!"
After roaring, Kuka stood up again. A layer of green energy seeped from his muscles, and Waaagh energy poured out in a frenzy, forming another enormous green Ork avatar.
"Gork's Fist!" The green giant punched the wall before him. With a bang, the enormous green fist disintegrated, like a stone smashing against an egg.
"Gork's Fist!" Inside the green avatar, a long bloody gash opened along Kuka's arm. But he seemed unable to feel pain. His second punch struck the wall, and that fist disintegrated too.
No sooner had the green Gork's Fist collapsed than Kuka formed it again.
A third punch, a fourth, a fifth...
Kuka seemed to know nothing of pain. He kept forming fists, and those fists kept striking the wall and disintegrating.
His punches came faster and faster, and more and more wounds appeared on his arms. Blood stained his entire body red.
"Waaagh!!!" Even the composed Kidd felt his blood surge. He whipped the ammunition box off his back and