The sounds of battle in the center of the county town even drowned out the explosions and wails outside.
Nomura clutched his chest and hid a dozen meters away, the madness and pride in his eyes all turned into deep-rooted fear.
Thin steel wires and ice spikes surrounded a death arena in the middle, and in the very center stood a giant over two meters tall, every muscle defying physiological limits, bulging and twisting under the skin, like the roots of an old tree crazily protruding and winding.
The trapezius and latissimus dorsi muscles expanded into a living suit of armor, undulating and cracking like volcanic rock with his heavy breathing, revealing dense bloody fractures.
His hands, like siege hammers, held half a doomed Korean club, roaring as they charged left and right, like an indefatigable War Giant.
Nomura couldn't imagine this outcome even if he racked his brains.
