One question. That was the prize the red haired demon had promised him. There was no guarantee that he would answer it honestly, but it was still the best chance he got since he started coming to the club.
'I'm winning this!'
Tossing the idea of running aside, Wolf stood his ground and faced the Cyberpunk ahead. He usually relies on his claws while transformed, but now, his fists were clenched, clashing with the alloy weapons his opponent aimed to crush him with. Each of their strikes was followed by a loud bang, as if two massive hammers collided, the impact shaking their surroundings.
Wolf was used to punching meal. His transformation greatly enhanced his durability, and its healing factor repaired any injury he received almost instantly. Pain was the only thing that threatened his performance, but right now, it wasn't a problem. His mind filtered out the signals, allowing him to keep going without faltering even once.
