บท 94: Black Dragon Magic

"Thud!" With a muffled explosion of sound, Alexander's body was catapulted through the air like a cannonball. 

A punch from Smith had squarely landed on him. The sheer force of the punch was beyond imagination.

"He's already dead!" someone shouted.

Yet Smith was not done. As Alexander sailed through the sky, Smith lunged after him. 

Materializing beside Alexander in mid-air, Smith clenched his left fist and hammered it into Alexander's left cheek. 

"I won't let you die so easily; I intend to torment you," Smith declared, his voice a cold snarl. Even as he spoke, his fist crashed into Alexander's face.

"Thud!"

Alexander's body veered in the air, spiraling towards another direction. Smith didn't pause; he pursued relentlessly, fists and feet flying in a furious ballet of violence.

Everyone at Moonheart Lake watched in awe. Some were excited, others terrified. It was brutal—utterly brutal.