Lord Vornak finally stopped treating Feron like an annoying young master.
His massive body floated in space, his dark iron-like skin tightening as the pressure around him grew heavier. The shock from Feron's last punch still lingered in his arm.
"You can actually match my body without transforming." Lord Vornak's voice became colder. "Good. Then I'll stop holding back."
Feron shook his bleeding hand and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Show me what you've got."
Lord Vornak suddenly lowered his stance.
"[Iron Mountain Body]."
RUMBLE!
His entire body became darker and heavier, as if his flesh had turned into living black stone.
Feron's eyes sharpened.
Lord Vornak vanished.
BOOOOM!
His fist smashed into Feron's guard, blasting him backward through space.
Feron barely stabilized himself before Lord Vornak appeared above him.
"[World Crushing Step]."
His foot stomped down like a falling continent.
Feron's expression changed. "Damn."
BAAAAANG!
