บท 65: One hit wonder

Trevor, mistaking his smile for a wince of pain, confidently charged again, aiming another punch.

Yet, before his fist could even graze Tristan's cheek, his form disappeared. Trevor's eyes widened in surprise, finding the spot where Tristan had been a second ago, now empty. A cold dread prickled his spine. He hadn't expected Tristan to be so quick.

In a flash, Tristan was behind him, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. The muscles in his arms bulged as he brought his fist forward, crashing it into Trevor's gut and ripping a fraction of his shirt in a blink of an eye.

Pain erupted through Trevor's body, causing him to stumble forward, gasping for breath.

"Wha-...What?" Trevor croaked out, wincing as he tried to make sense of what just happened. His head was spinning, and the pain in his side was excruciating.

With a smirk plastered on his face, Tristan didn't waste the opportunity. His right hand shot forward in a fierce punch, slamming into Trevor's exposed ribcage.