BOOM!!!
A loud noise exploded, and smoke and dust shot skyward from somewhere within the lush forest.
Violent tremors swept several miles in every direction, startling flocks of birds in the distance into fleeing in panic.
At the center of the erupting shockwave, all the trees and brush within a radius of more than thirty feet had disappeared. The earth soil had been gouged into pits several feet deep, scattering in all directions.
Two figures
were floating above the pit.
"Urk, urk..."
Zamuhe's eyes had rolled white. Like a fish out of water, he made choking sounds as he struggled upward, wanting only to draw a breath of fresh air.
But at his neck, a hand that was not particularly strong-looking gripped his throat like iron pincers.
As though cast from steel, it did not budge in the slightest.
And before him
stood the kid he had come to seek revenge against, the one he had sworn to make pay the price!
The emaciated Sea Clan kid's face was dark, and the hand clamped tightly around his neck, denying him breath, belonged to this very person.
Though his body was not especially tall, it seemed to contain indescribable strength. He held Zamuhe's burly, imposing frame high in the air as though gripping a dead dog by the neck.
His feet dangled above the ground!
The immense strength in that hand prevented even a trace of air from entering his lungs.
The suffocation made his vision repeatedly darken.
He struggled with all his strength, flailing his limbs, but together with the hand gripping his neck came an irresistible sealing force. It rendered the power within him, enough to Destroy Mountains and Break Peaks, utterly useless. He could only struggle and flail wildly like a helpless child.
There was no escape at