King

In an instant, Akasaki pivoted with a sudden sliding step and saw the figure that had appeared behind him as though by teleportation.

That feral, scarlet face wore a grin.

His raised right hand moved with the deep drumbeat ringing in his ears, pulling back as though gripping an invisible shot put before driving a crushing force straight at his face!

Rather than a fist, it was more like turning his arm into a heavy flail and hurling his fist at his enemy's face!

—Drummer: Rear Straight Punch!

Akasaki's pupils contracted instantly, but in that flash of lightning, he did not slide back or attempt to evade. Instead, he suddenly lowered himself, ducked, and charged forward past Huai Shi's fist by a hair's breadth. The steel fist at his waist clenched tight, scattering sparks.

Uppercut!

If that punch landed, even a concrete block would soar into the sky like a meteor, flying through the night, wouldn't it?

A technique honed through countless battles, a flawless counterattack tempered a thousand times over, had actually missed in that instant!

His movement froze in place, while Huai Shi had already withdrawn several meters away.

It was as though nothing had happened just now, and they had merely switched places.

Huai Shi smiled pleasantly.

The opponent's strength truly far surpassed his own—Boshkuvadush, with almost all his attribute points invested in strength and constitution, was indeed a destruction machine capable of crushing anything in a head-on fight. But in this kind of street encounter without the confines of a ring, he did not possess enough mobility...

More precisely, he did not possess the neural reflexes and explosive speed of the Tianwen lineage Stigmata, which had been built around the limits of bodily coordination.

Unfortunately, Overlimit State could not last long.

"Come to think of it,