Cole bounced on his feet a couple of times, he raised his hands up in a boxing stance as he prepared to face off against the great Oak Evil overlord. The last six attempts he had not been able to break past the 990th strike. It was beginning to grate on his nerves, so much so that nothing else mattered to Cole than bringing that damn tree down.
But it was proving rather stubborn and not wanting to give way at all. But there had already been qualitative and significant change within Cole's body. His ark from his fist all the way up to his shoulders hand on a pitch black hue, his tattoos blazed to both his eyes and his senses.
Absent of energy, but so damn strong Cole reckoned if he faced off against Azrael right now, he'd probably punch the brat into a bloody mist. And this was just the power of his body, Cole though knew there was something waiting for him at the end of 1000th strike, a level of power that goes beyond the system.
