Chapter 1954 Battle of the North Sea (98)
After speaking, the blond man swayed and pounced on Rob Lucci like a ferocious lion.
Seeing the blond man rushing towards him like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, Rob Lucci seemed completely stunned, standing motionless in place.
Rob Lucci seemed to snap out of a daze and react quickly just as the blond man was about to get close.
Right after the blond man threw that punch, a shocking scene unfolded!
Rob Lucci's body was seen bending and deforming like paper, offering no resistance whatsoever.
This sudden turn of events took the blond man by surprise; he felt as if he had struck a ball of cotton, with absolutely no foothold.
Just as the blond man was stunned, Rob Lucci reacted quickly.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand, as fast as lightning, as elusive as a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, he had firmly grasped the blond man's right fist and wouldn't let go.
Faced with such a bizarre and swift counterattack, the blond man's face was filled with disbelief and confusion.
But before he could even react, Rob Lucci had already unleashed all his power without hesitation.
In an instant, an indescribably powerful force erupted from his body, forcefully pulling the blond man off the ground.
The blond man, having lost his support, was immediately put on the defensive, his body completely out of control.
He could only be manipulated by Rob Lucci, who picked him up like a chick and slammed him hard to the ground.
With a series of loud bangs, "boom boom boom," "bang bang bang," Rob Lucci repeated the action over and over, each time with more force, as if he wanted to completely crush the blond man.
Each impact caused violent tremors, creating deep, bottomless craters in the ground, filling the air with smoke and dust—a truly awe-inspiring scene.
Faced with Rob Lucci's terrifying power, the blond man appeared utterly insignificant and powerless to struggle or escape.
He couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy; he could only watch helplessly as he suffered such cruel and merciless torture.
Such a brutal and bloody scene left even Huang Mu, who had remained aloof and observing from the sidelines, speechless with astonishment. He couldn't help but exclaim, "This guy is an absolute madman!"
He stared wide-eyed, his face filled with astonishment as he watched everything unfold before him, pondering to himself.
At that very moment, the masked man in black, who was locked in fierce combat with Huang Mu, roared angrily as he launched his attack, "Hey! Can't you take me even a little bit more seriously?"
His punches were as swift as lightning, so fast that they left afterimages; however, Huang Mu seemed to handle this fierce punch with ease, dodging each one with effortless sidestep.
"Oh? What do you think I should do to show you respect?"
Upon hearing the man in black's question, Huang Mu slowly withdrew his gaze, refocused his attention on the other man, and asked in return.
"Hmph! Don't think I don't know your strength, but today I'm going to personally see who's stronger between us!"
The man in black answered through gritted teeth, showing no fear.
"Since that's the case, then so be it!"
A slightly upturned corner of Huang Mu's mouth revealed a confident smile.
Then, in the next instant, he suddenly exerted his strength, which had seemed to be handling the situation with ease, and instantly became incredibly powerful.
His fists came out like a storm, not only incredibly fast but also incredibly powerful.
This sudden turn of events took the man in black by surprise; he had not anticipated that the situation would change so drastically.
Despite his arms being covered with a layer of hard Armament Haki, he was still unable to withstand the thunderous blows from Aramu and could only retreat step by step, looking utterly disheveled.
"What? How is that possible!"
The man in black stared in astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief. His body involuntarily leaned backward, eventually kneeling on the cold, hard ground.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Huang Mu, who had an indifferent expression and seemed completely unconcerned about what had just happened.
Just by looking at the black-clad man's slightly trembling arms, one could imagine just how terrifying the attack that Huang Mu had just launched was.
"This is absolutely impossible...this must be a scam!"
The man in black was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and his emotions became extremely agitated and chaotic.
Looking back on the long and fierce battle with Aramaki that he had never been able to gain the upper hand, it now seems that he had been playing with him like a clown all this time.
At this thought, a surge of rage erupted from the depths of his heart. The man in black could no longer suppress his resentment and roared, "Prepare to die!"
Immediately afterwards, he gritted his teeth again and used all his strength to rush toward Huangmu.
Faced with the black-clad man who pounced on him like a hungry tiger, Huang Mu sighed softly and shook his head, expressing a hint of regret.
Just as the man in black was about to rush forward, Huang Mu nimbly dodged to the side; at the same time, he quickly raised and straightened his right leg, as hard and powerful as if it were cast from steel.
With a whooshing sound, Huang Mu suddenly swung his right leg and kicked the man in black in the face with tremendous force.
A deep, muffled boom resounded, as if the surrounding air itself had exploded from the impact.
The man in black took a solid kick to the cheek, and instantly felt excruciating pain. He froze on the spot, unable to move, standing as straight as a statue.
Although there were no obvious injuries on his body, one could clearly feel the immense, indescribable pain he was enduring from his trembling and convulsing body.
Huang Mu slowly pulled his thigh back, and the black-clad man, having lost his support, fell heavily to the ground with a "thud" like a puppet with its strings cut.
His body went completely limp, lying there lifelessly, clearly unconscious.
Just then, Rob Lucci also released his grip on the blond man's collar.
The blond man who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before was now just like the man in black—lying limply on the ground, unconscious.
In the blink of an eye, only Aramu and Rob Lucci remained in the dueling arena.
They stood face to face, the atmosphere unusually tense and solemn.
Rob Lucci was shirtless, his bronze skin revealing clearly defined muscles that exuded a chilling aura.
