Time seemed to freeze in that instant, the robust right leg of Oliver, his swinging right leg, was now completely halted on the shoulder of the giant, beside the head.
There was no movement; the giant did not exhibit even the slightest hint of motion, continuing to stand there, calm and as steady as a mountain, his gentle and tranquil gaze fixed on Oliver, he said indifferently, "In defense, you are no match for me."
The giant's massive stony right arm slowly lifted, his pillar-like fingers gently flicked, touching Oliver's body with a faint tinkling sound, and in the next instant, Golden Behemoth Oliver was sent flying like a cannonball.
