บท 145: Putting a Fiend to Rest

The masked man rushed forward and the buffalo did the same, neither of them relenting nor aiming to spare the other a chance to gain the upper hand. Nonetheless, from the minute they moved, it was obvious who had the upper hand in the match. 

The Horned Fiend released a flurry of blows at an immense speed that couldn't be followed with normal human eyes, and even if one tried, they would swear that it struck the masked man effortlessly. However, that was far from the case. The truth was that the masked man easily escaped this continuous serving of blows like it was nothing. Not even one touched him.