Chương 731: Does it matter? [2/2]

And right now, my body began to move without my input. As if I spend decades in the boxing gym, "I" moved. I stomped my right leg. As I took a step forward, my body generated power from my heel all the way to my shoulder. 

My fist then connected to Bifrons cheek. A loud sound like a thunderclap resounded. It was like hitting a fucking wall. Wind currents violently followed my movements as I swung my other fist. Bifrons, not willing to back down did the same. 

I felt a powerful impact break my nose. But my body disregarded the pain and went after blood. Using impressive footwork, I took a step back to widen my stance. In the same moment I swung a feint followed by an uppercut. 

"Tsk," Bifrons clicked his tongue. 

I had no idea how it worked, but just like with the Iron Wolverine Lilly matched an Archdemon. Using nothing but a trained body and American Boxing, I fought with a Rank S being.