บท 1420: "Glancing" Blow - Wanna Fuck?

The moment my clenched fist landed on his torso, not only Mikhail, but even I also grimaced from the fucking pain because he looked like he took a hit from a sledgehammer while I looked like I punched through a fucking wall. I never thought the motherfucker would literally brace from impact the moment he felt the characters of death appear behind his head, and it was an effective way—maybe the only way—to come out of this without dropping unconscious.

If anything, I was glad everyone else was finding measures to fight against me and it would just breed more growth from all of us.

But yeah, as soon as a fifth of a second passed, the same characters of death appeared behind my head as I had the sudden urge to duck down the arms of a fucking Neanderthal. And with Mikhail's size and strength, I'd fucking die with one direct hit—and right on fucking cue, a huge gust of wind fanned my fucking head and back as soon as my ass almost touched the ground.