Two wildly disproportionate fists, one enormous and one small, collided in midair with a thunderous crash.
A visible shock wave spread outward in a ring from the two combatants. It stripped away a layer of earth as though the ground had been plowed.
For the first time, Saraka's massive body was forced a step backward. A hairline crack appeared in his supposedly unstoppable Power Claw.
Liu Zhipeng remained rooted to the spot, utterly unmoved.
"Interesting." Liu Zhipeng smiled. The golden flames on his fist burned even more fiercely. Golden Judgment's stacking effect had begun to take hold.
"You...!" Saraka felt unprecedented shock and rage. He roared and charged again, unleashing his Power Claw, iron fist, headbutts, and knee strikes upon Liu Zhipeng in a relentless storm. Every attack could have shattered a mountain.
Amid Saraka's furious assault, Liu Zhipeng's figure was like a tiny boat amid towering waves, yet he remained rock steady. He used no flashy techniques, merely punching, blocking, and counterattacking.
The first punch widened the cracks in Saraka's Power Claw.
The second punch caved in the armour over Saraka's chest.
The third punch snapped one of Saraka's iron teeth clean off.
"Impossible... impossible!" Saraka roared furiously. He could feel the Waaagh! energy within him being suppressed and neutralized by the golden flames on his opponent's fists.
"In my world, nothing is impossible."
Liu Zhipeng's voice rang out like judgment from the heavens. Seizing an opening between Saraka's attacks, he became a streak of golden light and instantly closed in against Saraka's enormous chest.
He concentrated all his strength into his right fist.
At that moment, his fist seemed no longer flesh and blood, but a collapsing star.
"It's over."
He unleashed a punch.
Time seemed to stand still.
Saraka's chest, sturdy enough to withstand a battleship's main