"Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday!"
Solomon Grundy roared and charged at Jack Hanma again, watching his now visibly swollen body gush blood from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
He wasn't angry. He was afraid, as terrified as a little child suddenly finding himself somewhere unfamiliar. The only things that gave him any sense of security were screaming and throwing tantrums.
Of course, this child just happened to be a little oversized.
Like a runaway tank, Solomon Grundy lunged straight at Jack. An ordinary person would probably have frozen in terror at the sheer force of that charge.
Jack didn't. With just a slight lift, he sent Solomon Grundy's enormous body veering off course and crashing through a nearby utility pole.
"Just as I thought. You don't know the first thing about fighting."
That hadn't been brute strength, just a simple little trick. Whether it was boxing, kicking a ball, running, or anything else, once something was moving fast in a straight line, the slightest force applied from the side would send it out of control and off course.
Jack might have been huge, and his style might have been straightforward, but he was also a master of martial arts from all sorts of schools.
Still...
"Enough little tricks. Come on, fight me!"
He preferred the most primitive violence to technique.
"ROAAR!"
Solomon Grundy rose from the ground without a scratch and roared as he swung a fist at Jack.
THUD!
Faced with that terrifying punch, Jack moved even faster. The instant before it landed, he twisted his body at an unimaginable speed and drove a heavy underhand hook into Solomon Grundy's chin.
The impact felt crushingly heavy. Jack felt as though he hadn't hit a living creature at all, but steel... no, something harder than steel!
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