The old Second-Rank Lord's body had become filled with solid muscles, hard as concrete boulders.
A single strike was enough to send the leader of the Rock Fighters flying backward.
The leader stood up again.
A sharp pain burrowed deep into his ribs.
"Control over the body itself…" he whispered in anger.
He knew such an ability existed.
In fact, he had once wished to possess it himself.
But instead—
His opponent was the one who had obtained that wish.
The calm and steady leader suddenly became furious.
His thirty rock fighters stood waiting for his orders.
They had never seen such details before.
Anger had never shown on their leader's face in the past.
"Is the enemy that strong?" one of them whispered, trying to explain the reason behind his leader's anger.
But he quickly reconsidered.
"But… we have faced those calamities before. They were undoubtedly stronger than this man."
The others heard him.
None of them had an answer.
