章 206: The Anteroom (2)

Malcom held his stomach as he fell to his knees, his palms to the ground supporting himself to not completely pass out. 

He spat a huge amount of blood as his gaze began to fail him. Malcom cursed to himself, 'Damn it! Don't faint, don't faint! Don't…'

The young man kept repeating those words to himself. Malcom shook his head in an attempt to remove his dizziness. 

Malcom tried to stand up, but suddenly he received a kick to the stomach. His body was raised in the air before he could think. He received another punch in the face that made him back up to the wall, hard. 

With that, Malcom coughed another mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth as he tried his best to move. 

But with speed, the spirit stood in front of him and struck blow after blow that made Malcom's torso wobble from one place to another.