David's heart beat rapidly, like he had a hammer striking at his chest repeatedly.
'What the hell is that? Even Michael definitely couldn't have done that and why did he attack me so suddenly?' he thought with his head racing with different thoughts on how to survive.
He had multiple thoughts going through his head when he saw the man's muscle tense up again then throw another punch when he hurriedly changed to Michael's form without caring about his reaction or being found out by others.
His whole body was screaming out to him that if he didn't react in time he wouldn't like the outcome.
He crossed his hands in front of him and took the incoming punch with his arms.
His legs buckled and his hand started vibrating intensely when he took the punch and he started sweating profusely.
'Fuck! Michael is so strong he could take on ten professional wrestlers on his own but this guy's even crazier, it feels like I just received a bomb with my bare hands!'
He hurriedly retreated and scanned the area then picking up an iron bar he found on the ground pointing it at the man as a weapon.
'He looks like an automated robot with instructions set in him. He sure is powerful but his movements are rigid.'
'It's like he's fighting in a trance. I can use that to my advantage but why did he just attack me?'
He stepped back then watched as his attacker's muscles tensed again then he hurriedly stepped out of range and sidestepped to the right then slammed the iron bar with all his weapon at the man.
He thought the bar would inflict some sort of damage to him but to his dismay, the bar broke into two and did no such thing like a single ounce of damage.
Before he could react he saw another punch coming his way then crossed his arms again to take the blow.
His legs buckled again, sinking into the ground, his minds raced as he thought 'his punches are so heavy, it's like he has the intention to kill me with every strike of his!'
'Since he has no intention to spare me then I would have to fight back with all my power, I am not your average pushover!'
He thought while throwing back a punch of his own, his punch hit his attacker squarely on his face, he felt like his hand would give up on him but the only consolation he had was that the man also felt the impact judging by how he was taking some time to recover.
'I would definitely not be able to throw enough of that kind of punches to take him down but for now we'll go with that!'
'I might not be as strong as him but it's not too far and besides it's clear he isn't retaining his sanity enough to make judgments on his own'
David thought while in Michael's form and started punching and blocking the hits he couldn't dodge.
Anyone who saw this scene would think this was some sort of fight between two superhuman, any object that got in their way were blasted away and the ground creaked when they took each other's blow.
After a while, David retreated to take a breath and thought 'This isn't working, I need another plan to take him down.'
'Michael's form is currently my best ace or is it not?'
He remembered what happened the last time he wrestled with Michael and decided on the best plan he could think of.
He had studied his pattern and knew his muscle always tensed to gather strength whenever he was about to punch so he waited for just that moment then dodged and went behind him and locked him in place with his arms.
Then he stimulated his thoughts to think or at least think of a situation similar to the previous time.
Most importantly, he thought of what had stimulated him the last time, the thought of devouring everything in his body overwhelmed him and all the black balls in his body rushed towards the man's body like a tide.
They started spreading rapidly, and taking over the cells in the man's body soon enough, he could feel the man's strength weakening but he kept strangling and soon the man slumped down from his arms.
David looked down and saw the man on the ground who seemed to have fainted and punched him but his hands passed through the man's body and he looked at his hands to see the same thing that happened to him the last time was repeating itself.
His body was fading and he couldn't touch anything then he hurriedly turned and ran away from the area pulling his hood back on his head leaving with the thought
'If I can't touch anything, why are my clothes still on and why can I still stand on the ground?'