บท 77: So unlucky

Every punch he countered had his skeletal system vibrating and creaking like old wooden stairs. His muscles shrunk and tightened like they were afraid of another clash. Not even in the last ten years spent on the battlefield did not produce such a proficient opponent.

A grin couldn't help forming on Jillian's deadpanned face. That grin soon morphed into joyous laughter as the punching match continued. As if they reached an unwritten consensus, the two only threw punches. Hooks, jabs, uppercuts, nothing was off-limits. There was no dodging or fancy movements, it was simply a clash of pure skill and strength.