Gaga found no sense of achievement in dealing with a Spirit Beast of this caliber; in fact, he felt he was practically bullying the creature. With the strength of a Golden Core (Great Circle), he might not be able to utterly crush every opponent if he were some sheltered flower, but Gaga had accumulated valuable combat experience through many trials. He knew exactly what it meant to strike while the enemy was down and finish them off.
"Eat this!" Gaga roared, his fist wide open. A golden radiance shimmered across his knuckles, a vast, pulsating light carrying an endless impact that scattered the very air. Before the blow even landed, the gale it generated was sharp enough to tear at skin, with miniature vortexes swirling upon his fist. Debris—grass, wood chips, and leaves—floating in the air was sucked into these vortexes and shredded instantly upon contact.
The worm-snake, on the verge of death, was overcome by a desperate instinct to survive. It writhed, trying to escape rather than fight. But Gaga had no intention of letting it go. He barreled forward, his strike carrying the force of a landslide as he slammed into the worm-snake’s massive body.
Chapter 510