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ZhaoZhao knew the armor would protect him, and ditched the fireballs for someone dressed normally. He grabbed a large rock with one hand, and sprinted at his armed opponent, smashing the stone onto the blade, the weight likely to force the spear to go towards the ground, as ZhaoZhao tossed rapid punches at the spear fighter, his fists caring less about armor than his glass-like orbs, as he started smashing. In the delinquent world, there were some cheap guys that had hid ceramic tiles under their shirts to defend against stomach shots, so ZhaoZhao just pounded on a punching bag full of stone until he could punch the tiles with little to no pain.

This armor his opponent had made him feel like he was punching a wall. There was more difficult in this than a single tile used on the floor. Every fist the street punk tossed was like an Atom bomb moving at Mach Speed.

"Ora Ora ORAAAAA!!!!" Shouted ZhaoZhao furiously, summoning up his Kiai.