Luke charged forward as well. In the face of the incoming fist, he turned around and… used his cape.
His cape unfurled to cover his back.
Blonsky simply punched the cape, not caring about this little ploy at all.
In front of absolute strength, all tricks were useless…
Blonsky felt the cloak give way, before his fist smashed into the mud.
A black leg flashed through his blind spot and hit him hard in the face.
That ugly toad-like face instantly twisted, and saliva splattered in the air.
Blonsky was kicked in the neck and sent flying seven to eight meters. He rolled a few times before he stopped.
Luke had used 50% of his strength in this kick, for fear of killing Blonsky.
In the end, Blonsky took advantage of the momentum and rolled to his feet. He looked at where Luke had been, only to see that the spot was empty.
