Jason, who possessed defense capable of withstanding explosive-level penetration, found himself completely powerless against the puncture of this metal hand.
Skin, muscle, bone—all pierced as easily as if they were tofu.
Crack!
The owner of the metal hand swung his arm, and Jason was flung against the wall, where he finally got a clear look at the man. The man had dark skin and was in his early thirties, taller than average, and sufficiently muscular, with black hair and blue eyes. What caught Jason's attention was that the man's upper and lower limbs, spine, and shoulder blades had been replaced with metal.
Upon seeing the metal, Jason's eyes began to sting as if the light reflected from the metal was already harming his eyes.
Subconsciously, Jason squinted his eyes.
Then, he swung his broad-bladed, short-handled cleaver at the man's neck.
The cleaver struck precisely on the man's neck.
But there was no damage to the man's neck at all.
