Gurlok's savage grin froze on his face. His remaining flesh-and-blood eye and his bionic eye both widened to their limits, the latter almost short-circuiting from overload.
What had he just seen?
A Gretchin had ignored his Stasis Field?!
Impossible! That violated the physics of WAAAGH!
In that instant, while his brain seized up, Liu Zhipeng landed outside the Colossus's shield generator.
He ignored the rippling layer of the Void Shield.
He raised his tiny Gretchin Fist, utterly out of proportion to the behemoth before him.
Golden light gathered around his knuckles.
Golden Judgment activated.
The laws of Reality Correction began forcibly rewriting the physical rules before him.
"Break!"
Liu Zhipeng drove his fist forward!
There was no earth-shaking spectacle behind the punch. It even looked rather feeble.
But the instant his fist touched the Void Shield, that energy barrier, strong enough to withstand a battleship's main guns, became a soap bubble pierced by a needle. Without a sound, it rapidly unraveled from the point of contact, collapsed, and vanished.
Under Gurlok's gaze, twisted with terror, Liu Zhipeng's fist passed through the failed shield and slammed into the cockpit glass, reinforced with several layers of armor plating.
Bang!
The bulletproof glass, along with the alloy frame behind it, caved inward as though struck head-on by a Battering Ram, buckled, then exploded into flying fragments!
Liu Zhipeng slipped into the cockpit like a phantom and seized the neck of the Big Mek, who was a hundred times his size.
"You..." To his horror, Gurlok discovered that he could not muster even a fraction of his immense, tank-overturning strength against this tiny Gretchin. His opponent's hand was like an iron clamp forged from reality itself, locking down his every move.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but Liu Zhipeng gave him no chance.