Kapitel 337: Hell's Hell is Hell

As Jae-Seong approached at last, the Marquis seemed more than welcoming of this as he cackled. 

"Yes! Come! Let me show you the depravity of--"

--Liber's taunts were cut short as the distance between him and Jae-Seong was closed instantaneously, with the curly-haired otherworlder sinking his experienced fist deep into the frail gut of the Marquis. 

It was as if a cannon had ignited; the punch brought with it a sharp impact that lifted the Marquis of Rot from his feet as he spat out a loogy of blood. Landing on his back, Liber was sprawled out on the ground as his abdomen had been caved in from the fearsome blow. 

"As I thought; the louder they talk, the quieter their fists are." 

Jae-Seong muttered under his breath as he looked down at the frail-seeming man who gasped for breath. 

"Holy shit, you're strong…!"