"Run. I'll give you another thirty meters—let's see if you can outrun these fists of mine, each one the size of a sandbag." Gaga lifted his fists with a grin. The swastika emblem on the back of his hands shimmered, exerting an unbearable pressure on his opponent.
The man's shoulders emitted a series of sickening cracks as his bones splintered and broke under what felt like the weight of a mountain. Then came his chest; his ribs groaned in agony.
"Ah!" The man couldn't help but scream. His blood-stained teeth were a gruesome sight, and the veins on his face bulged as he writhed in excruciating pain.
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