Chapter 188: One-Sided Gift

Despite the increase in physical abilities, it didn't seem to magically improve Jeane's fundamental lack of basics when it came to hand-to-hand combat, as Emilio countered with a jab to his nose.

"Argh-!" Jeane winced.

The impact shattered the man's glasses, causing them to crumble apart and fall into the sand. As blood spewed from Jeane's nostrils, he realized he might've put too much strength behind his punch. To him, Jeane was still somebody with the potential of being a friend–he wanted to maintain that.

"Ah…my bad," Emilio apologized, though regretted it immediately as he knew it would only be seen as an insult.

Though as he looked at Jeane, whose muscles cramped up with his eyes running bloodshot, Emilio realized the nosebleed wasn't his fault, or at least not entirely: it was the side-effect of the concoction.

"I'm not done–!" Jeane roared.