The Man With The Iron Fist 2 の小説・ストーリー

He would definitely lose his voice if he kept screaming like that. Rather than for the coward to beg or show some remorse, he followed his screams with laughter before he began running his mouth again. “I am an iron man, Cillian. There is no amount of torture I will undergo that will ever make me succumb. You are just wasting your time.” His last sentence almost made me feel as if I was, but then that should only be his aim to make me stop, right? It worked, but only for a second. I struck the hammer on his leg again, and his knees faltered. He would have dropped to the ground if it weren’t for the chains holding him upright like a soldier.

He tensed his fist and swung it fiercely at Liam. The Iron Line Fist technique consisted of twelve principles—hard, soft, press, direct, separate, fix, inch, lift, retain, maneuver, control, and establish. Its force was formidable and highly destructive especially at Otto's level, where he could release energy externally as a martial arts Master. The power of the Iron Line Fist multiplied several times. Otto once amazed others by punching through a five-centimeter thick steel plate. When Otto used all his strength, the fierce wind generated by his punch was enough to make one's face sting!