Chapter 257: Weak, But Not Useless

Boom!*

Strong collisions resounded, impacts that didn't entirely make sense if one were to hear it. The sounds were an abnormality when understanding that the noise was only being created from the transformed zombie's barrage of fists being executed on the slime who remained utterly defenseless against the zombies speed. 

The golem was clearly inferior, each attack it threw was countered, while it received multiple punches in response to its one, and yet, it was the zombie that found itself becoming annoyed.

The zombie was right to call the golem weak in comparison to itself. Its current punches, if used against Fenrir, would leave crippling results with each strike, even against Fenrir's sturdy hide. But this creature, it was far too slow, its strength far too inferior, and yet everytime it landed a punch, ripples of the golems body would distort, absorbing the impact that wouldn't be possible if a natural creature or human were to have the same ability.