Apostle of the Evil Spirit
When Ollie saw Zhang Heng pin Alesha to the floor, seize her hands, and press his knee against her waist so she could no longer move, he was both shocked and furious. Without even checking whether his head was injured, he charged over again.
At that moment, he was like a raging bull, his feet making the floorboards creak as he threw a punch. This time, Zhang Heng was straddling Alesha with one hand occupied, leaving him no way to dodge. He clenched his free hand into a fist and met Ollie head-on.
Rather than being alarmed, Ollie was delighted. Aside from their first exchange, when Zhang Heng had traded a punch with him, Zhang Heng had refused to confront him directly, slipping around like an eel and making Ollie burn with frustration. Ollie clearly had the advantage in strength, yet he had been unable to turn that advantage into results.
Now, for some reason, Zhang Heng had chosen to clash with him head-on again. And this time, Zhang Heng was not launching himself up from the stairs below, with his body suspended in midair. Ollie was confident that this punch would knock Zhang Heng flat.
However, when their fists collided, Ollie felt an irresistible force surge from the other side!
He could not make sense of it at all. Had that guy held back when they fought before? But Zhang Heng was obviously smaller than him, so where had this terrifying strength come from? Ollie's eyes widened, utterly baffled.
Since Zhang Heng had chosen to take Ollie's punch, he naturally had not done so unprepared. He used the Scales of the Mortal World, increasing his strength by seventy percent. This was more or less the maximum boost he could withstand at his current stage.