Chapter 202 An Unstoppable Force

“Rrrgh!” The savage man growled.

Even without a sword of his own, the barbaric figure lunged forward, swiping with his hands as he utilized his sharpened nails like blades.

Emilio used his sword to block, deflecting the attacks, though the raw strength behind the being’s swipes were monstrous as well.

At the very least, he found that there was at least some inclination for the savage man to evade his strikes.

He’s not completely immune then. I can hurt him! He thought.

Though the figure was quick and aggressive, Emilio found himself at an advantage in skill and finesse, gaining a sense of how the beastly figure was attacking through his predictable swipes and slams of his knuckles.

–There! He thought, finding an opening.

Using his sword to cut into the figure’s forearm, he halted the wild haymaker as he reared his own fist back, focusing and amplifying the draconic force within before letting it explode forth through his knuckles, slamming his fist straight into the chiseled twelve-pack of the beast-man.

He knew there was no reason to use anything but lethal force, unleashing everything he had into the Dragon Strike as the forest-dwelling human gasped out before being blasted back.

“...You’re kidding me...” Emilio said in tired disbelief.

The blast that should’ve thrown the man across the clearing only slid him back a good few meters, leaving a steaming bruise on his abdomen, but nothing beyond that.

Showing his sharpened teeth, the long-limbed savage almost seemed to mock him through a gravelly laugh.

That would’ve annihilated the insides of a normal person. Is this guy made out of steel? He thought.

SQUELCH.

In the midst of his thoughts, before he could react, the figure dashed by like a blur, taking him by surprise as a warmth flooded through his side.

In the smoke, the silhouette of the abnormally large, muscular man of savagery stood, revealed to be only partially burnt, perhaps only superficially.

“...No way,” he mumbled.

Fleisch stood there, unscratched and breathing out smoke with his canines on display and his muscles bulging as if flexing; the otherworldly muscularity of the figure coiled, preparing to launch a counterattack.

It was a rare thought, but this time, Emilio found himself relying on a different strategy:

I’ve got to get out of here! He thought.

Bolting in the other direction, he used reinforcement to increase his agility to create space between himself and the figure.

He jumped over a fallen log, sprinting into the tree line as he delved into the depths of the mystical forest.

Though he carried himself further, guided and unimpeded by wind, he glanced back to see the monstrous figure giving chase to him, gaining on him despite him using everything at his disposal to increase his speed.

“Ghh–!” He let out.

Knowing he was inevitably going to be caught, he used one of the branches to swiftly flip around, subverting the brute that bouldered past him without any elegance.

After swinging around, he used the momentum to flip through the air, landing on a higher branch just as the savage man turned around, sniffing him out.

“Right here!”

As he yelled out, he summoned massive fist-shaped formations of reinforced rock around him, sending them towards the massive figure. Possessing an enormous size, the stone hands swept through the forest grounds, surrounding the confused, beastly man who was on-guard.

Emilio guided the fists with his staff, causing one of them to slam into the man’s side, knocking him against the tree before immediately grasping him in the large grip of another stone limb.

If I can restrain him...I should be able to get out of here and regroup with her! He thought.

With that plan in mind, he used the golem-like fist to carry the savage man back, restraining his movements by keeping his arms held in the stone grip of the limb before slamming the man against a boulder.

He could feel it through the stone he created: the savage berserker was resisting with strength that began cracking the strengthened rock even through simple struggling.

I’ve got to bind him–now! He thought.