The man who appeared atop the monastery wall was around thirty years old. Despite the bitter winter, he was bare-chested, his skin dark as cast bronze. Each slab of muscle looked like a steel plate welded to his body, a sight that hit like a punch to the nerves.
He was brimming with a savage aura, like a ferocious beast in the throes of a murderous rage.
Staring at the man in the cap inside the monastery, his eyes seemed ready to spit fire. With a roar, he charged in to kill.
Boom!
He kicked off the wall, and the ancient brick-and-stone structure crumbled beneath him. The force he unleashed was astonishing, far beyond the limits of an ordinary person.
"Too late!"
The man in the cap inside the monastery abruptly looked up at the charging brute and shouted. He crossed his arms over his chest to block the other man's midair kick.
Thud! The muffled impact sent the man in the cap flying. He spat blood as his body sailed more than ten meters, smashing into the opposite wall and bringing it down.
The man in the cap wasn't dead. He rose from the rubble, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, madness filling his eyes. His skin twitched, blood seeped from his pores, and his muscles rippled and swelled like balloons being inflated. In just a few seconds, he grew ten centimeters taller and several sizes bigger, like a small giant.
"Huh? Now that's interesting. Is that the effect of that injection?" The brute who had just arrived stopped and stared at him in surprise.
His body crackling, the man in the cap's clothes split under his bulging muscles. He flexed his limbs and grinned savagely at his opponent. "That's right. You're dangerous, so I had no