The drill pierced through the stone fist and finally, under the pressure of those rocks, it collapsed, but Ken's fist still moved forward.
He shifted the aim, and his arm went straight toward his chest. Fist, coated with ice armor and dragon scale, collided with his chest.
Bang!
The body of Arlong flung back like a broken kite, striking several ice peaks before coming to a stop and crashing on the icy ground.
Splash!
The blood spluttered out from his mouth and his hand. The broken stone revealed red blood flowing on the ice.
But in just a few more seconds, new stones appeared on top of his right hand and started covering the wounded fist with new stones.
'What was that? Wasn't it supposed to be an armor? How did he turn it into a drill?'
A look of shock appeared on Arlong's face.
Despite his overwhelming strength and pride in his strength, he didn't think one could so easily change a martial art in the middle of a battle.
