Chapitre 195: The Dragon

Moran eyes were wide open in alertness. Despite not knowing, what that man's specialty was, but what he saw was incredible. 

With his bare hands, he had endured a powerful Yoruba impact.

The man looked directly at Moran, and with an enormous speed, he advanced all the distance until he reached the man. His face was in front of him, but the aggressor's hands were held by Yoruba. 

"You are not useless!" The man said with a smirk while looking at him smugly. 

Moran wrinkled his eyebrows and then forcefully activated Yoruba to throw him away. 

But that was easier said than done as the man turned on his own axis and, landing gracefully on his feet. 

He looked at Moran with interest and said, "Tell me your name! If we are going to fight, it is only fair!" 

As he said that, the man smiled, and Moran stood up. He said, "My name is Moran. She is Sofia, my wife, and he is Yoruba!"