In the Krork's mind, the creature before him, who looked like a "humie," had awakened him. And the best way to repay the one who woke him was to give him a glorious, all-out fight.
There was no conversation, no testing the waters.
Ghazghkull let out a roar powerful enough to shatter a mortal's soul. His enormous right fist, equipped with a high-tech disruption field, tore through the air with a terrifying sonic boom and came crashing straight down at Liu Zhipeng's head like a falling meteor.
That punch had enough power to break an Imperial cruiser in half.
Liu Zhipeng neither dodged nor used any sacred psychic spell to defend himself. He knew that against these hulking green brutes, flashy magic was pointless. Under the laws branded into the depths of every Ork's soul, only one statement was absolute truth:
If you're tougher than me, whatever you say is the truth.
Liu Zhipeng bent his knees slightly, shattering the floor of incredibly hard living metal beneath his feet. Then he met the mountainous fist hurtling down at him with a brutally simple right hook.
BOOM!!!
The two fists, one huge and one small, collided in midair.
The terrifying shock wave instantly swept through the entire exhibition hall. The priceless exhibits, reinforced glass capable of withstanding nuclear explosions, and floating display platforms that Trazyn took such pride in were all torn apart like paper, reduced to dust too fine for the naked eye to distinguish.
A flicker of utter disbelief crossed Ghazghkull's frenzied eyes.
He felt his invincible strength, the source of his pride, slam into an immovable iron wall. Then a devastating surge of force blasted back up his arm.
With a teeth-grating screech of tearing metal, the right arm of the Krork's epic-grade Power Armour erupted in a