Chapter 10: Who Said Rock Can’t Beat Rock?
Landing a solid hit right on the damaged spot of the towering rock golem, the young man smiles in satisfaction as he watches it tumble down and fall, much to his expectation, after all, even he himself was surprised by the power that his previous punch dished out, making him feel like that is way beyond what his current stats can actually bring out.
Despite the solid, brutal hit though, the humanoid merely tumbles down and has yet to collapse on itself, managing to regain its footing just a few moments after its fall, the damaged right on where its face is supposed to be already spreading all the way to the back of its head, the middle of the crack revealing a faint, azure glow that the young man assumes to be its core.
"Looks like it will take more effort than just that..." unsurprisingly to him, Azrael realizes that his attack has yet to finish this decade-long opponent of his, this fact not surprising him one bit as he knows just how tough this golem can be.
'If it can even regenerate from that damage, just how can I deal with it?' as his eyes roams around trying to search for a path to create distance and prepare for his next attack, the young man thought to himself imagining how hard it can be, smiling as he convinces himself that even though this thing is an extremely tough opponent, it could get worse, and a good thing, it doesn't seem like it will.
Managing to dodge the approaching huge, rocky fist clearly aimed to completely incapacitate him, Azrael smiles as he turns his body completely, rolling over the towering golem's arms and regaining his footing there, allowing him to rush towards its badly damaged face once more, the hope-filled expression on his face getting better as he thought that he is getting closer and closer to ending the decade long fight he has with this stone golem.
"Hahaha!!! And who's the bastard who said that rock couldn't beat rock!?" forming his hand into a fist once again, Azrael remarks in a near sarcastic way as he leaps up from the golem's arms, launching him forward and pushing his opponent's arms just a tiny bit downward, a movement all too insignificant if it is any other time but right now, it gives him just enough time to reach his opponent's head once again without being impeded by its limbs.
Smiling as he reaches attacking distance once again, the young man drives in the punch without any hesitation on his part, not even considering the fact that his hand might be mangled and send him into a hell lot of pain, the only thing running in his mind is the excitement of finally being able to fight back against this impregnable fortress of an opponent blocking his way to the second floor of the tower.