บท 775: Inches

The ground beneath them crumbled, forming a massive crater under the pressure as Karn's body was launched backward at blinding speed, tearing through the air.

Atticus's hand ascended, and his katana responded instantly, the blade snapping back into his grip.

Without missing a beat, he shot forward, a streak of crimson trailing behind him as he closed in on Karn at blistering speed.

Karn's vision blurred as his brain rattled from the blow he had just taken. His entire face sizzled from the flames, smoke rising from the seared flesh.

But unlike the earlier cut on his cheek that hadn't healed, this new burn began to heal at a visible pace.

The Nullites were a physical race. Without mana, they focused on improving their power, mainly using their aura of negation. Because of this, they had undergone gruesome training and trials. That ouch wasn't enough to put him down.