Angel (1)

The warrior who reached out to grab Ang's shoulder narrowed his eyes and shouted angrily, "You dare defy orders?"

Before his words had even faded, he struck again.

Yet before he could touch Ang, Ang stepped forward and clamped down on his wrist with a hand like an iron vise.

A cold glint flashed through Ang's eyes. He jerked his arm upward, actually lifting the burly warrior clear off the ground!

Before the warrior could cry out, Ang flung him aside like a rag doll. He slammed into the ground with a dull bang, sending dust flying.

The other warrior roared and swept a fist toward him, the force of the punch carrying a scorching blast of air.

His strike was swift and viciously angled, clearly intended to make Ang pay.

But Ang had already seen through his intentions.

With a nimble sidestep, he avoided the hook. Then he pivoted lightly and drove a kick into the man's abdomen.

Thud!

The warrior seemed as if he had been struck by a chariot. He staggered backward through the air and crashed through a pile of rocks before stopping, coughing out a breath with his face flushed red.

The warrior Ang had thrown aside had already climbed back up and charged at him again with a roar.

He was fast, but in Ang's eyes, he was full of openings.

Instead of retreating, Ang advanced. Their fists met head-on, and a sharp crack rang out as they collided.

The warrior's wrist immediately twisted out of shape. His face went pale from the pain, but he opened his mouth without making a sound.

A cold gleam flashed in Ang's eyes. He raised his right arm and drove a heavy punch into the man's jaw, sending blood and several broken teeth flying.

The other man