"Is that all you can do?" asked Jacob. His eyes shone with dissatisfaction.
Stones were nothing. Heck, Quillan could have gathered metal, and Jacob would still destroy everything with one punch.
Quillan laughed aloud when he saw that look on Jacob's face. "Don't assume that you can easily crush me simply because I am covered in mere stones. Try coming after me if you don't believe me."
Quillan threw his punch, which was the size of a small hill, and smashed it right in Jacob's direction.
The latter clenched his fist at the sight of that. Golden light kept radiating around him. He jumped and met the stone fist in midair.
As far as Jacob was concerned, that punch was more than enough to destroy the entire stone exterior and turn it into dust.
The truth, however, was not what he expected.
When the two fists touched, Jacob sensed an overwhelming pressure on his arm, and he fell right back down to the ground.
Boom!