Zyrus felt faint and very weak after just that one punch. His insides felt like they had been put on fire and his eyes could barely keep from watering as he tried to understand how such a small framed man could pack such a devastating Punch. Nothing that had happened to the assasin made any sense to him at the moment. From how fast the king had moved to how confusing his attack had been. All Zyrus had seen was a brief flash of the man who seemed to have teleported from the throne to directly Infront of the assasin under one second.
'what technique was that?!' Zyrus asked himself full of shock. From that one attack alone, he had grasped the depth of king Francis's power and the assasin knew at once that the man wasn't as weak as their organization had thought. However, aside from his physical strength which the assasin had just had a taste of, the man's speed in terms of movement and reaction was just awe-inspiring.