Growth

As Liam's four fists shot forward, tearing a shockwave through the waters, they almost seemed to disappear into thin air, before reappearing again.

As they did, the four imps were immediately hurled backwards – struck by a fist that didn't even land.

But seeing their condition, Liam raised a brow, then smiled a little coldly.

'I see. Even for this, there is a Flaw. At least it's fitting.' 

All four of the imps were injured in different ways. 

The first had his skull broken. Dead as could be, it was limp and unmoving. The attack had struck him from the back of the head, killing him instantly.

The second and third were heavily injured. They were hit in the shoulder and face, causing internal bleeding and broken bones… but they weren't dead.

And the last one… wasn't injured at all.

The punch had landed on his pudgy stomach, and the stomach of a simp was deflective. The fist simply ricocheted like a fish slipping off a hand.