บท 143: Direct Counter

Tyr's furrowed his brows, continuing his flurry of attacks. Black moved backward on the ground as though he was gliding, his left hand tapping away all attacks.

Finally, Black's right hand moved forward with precision and speed, grazing across Tyr's forehead.

Black grinned, "It ends here..." He said with widened eyes.

Tyr didn't know why Black had suddenly stopped moving, but he couldn't care less either.

He used this opportunity to clench his fist and hurl a big one right into the stomach of the man before him.

"Ouah!" Black exclaimed as his hands flew forward, the punch landing. His mouth gaped slightly as he quickly blitzed backward with shock.

He clutched his stomach, a slightly concerned look in his curled eyebrows. 

Tyr smiled on seeing this.

However, Black also smiled, before breaking out into a slight chuckle.