Arlo's fists were ferocious and packed with intense power, the likes of which Voss had never seen. They ripped apart the fabric of reality as they went towards him continuously like bullets from a machine gun, and every single one of them landed on him despite his best effort to escape their reach.
'No matter what I do, I am unable to avoid them! Why?!'
When he tried to move out of their way, he was pushed closer to them by an inexplicable force, and when he created a shield to block them, his shield shattered. Every single time, he was left defenseless against them.
'It's as if I am in a world where the act of dodging his attacks can't be registered. Just what… is this?!!!' Voss screamed in his mind pathetically.
What he was experiencing was ridiculous and left him completely baffled, and he couldn't make head and tail of this situation.
'Maybe it's that powerful. No… that can't be real. If he has it, this person is really unbeatable!'
