Chapitre 66: See You Later

Every drop of blood and bead of sweat felt like a crimson lash from a merciless tyrant. His bulging veins throbbed with fury and a thirst for inflicting the same pain upon his enemy. This rage infused his punch, imbuing it with every last ounce of his remaining power.

His predatory eyes held no shred of mercy; he only sought retaliation. This minor spar had already pushed the limits of endurance to the brink, teetering on the edge of escalating into a deadly match.

He gathered every ounce of power within him, focusing it on a single point. This heavy attack, never before unleashed in battle, had been building up in his punch.

Living in the same world, it was only natural for them to acquire knowledge about every race, taught from youth as a compulsory lesson. Hence, it came as no surprise that their three spectators wore sour expressions.

"This isn't good!"