But the touch never landed. Instead, Lilla's own hand, still slick with the blood of the warbeast, became a blur. It was not a wild swing but a piston strike of pure, concentrated force.
She drove her fist forward with the unrefined, brutal power of a Low Planetary Champion, a power he had foolishly believed she did not possess. It was a blow that carried the weight of a world's defiance, and it connected with his face before his brain could even register the movement.
The sound was not a crack but a thunderclap of shattering bone and condensed energy.
A wave of raucous laughter erupted from the remaining Pirate Kings, their voices echoing across the battlefield. "Hahaha! What are you doing, Krog? Did that little human slave really send you flying?" one of them jeered.
Another doubled over, slapping his knee. "And he still dared to say he was stronger than me! Buahahah! The great Krog, laid out by a single punch!"
