"It seemed this guy wasn't as reckless as his build suggested." Realizing his opponent's plan, Dawn gained a deeper understanding of the saying, "Never judge a book by its cover."
"But so what? Your plan will ultimately become the key that sends you to the grave!"
Dawn's eyes turned cold. Seizing an opening Aston had exposed, he launched an attack in an instant, like a falcon swooping down on its prey.
Empowered by the Blue Ring, his massive fists even eclipsed the other two colored halos.
Dawn's speed grew faster and faster. Aston was startled to find that Dawn's figure had vanished from sight. Countless gusts of wind battered his face, and whenever a blurry shadow flashed past, agonizing pain spread across his body.
The howling force of the punches even tore Aston's shirt apart. Fragments of cloth drifted around him, and before long, his captain's uniform had become little more than beggar's rags.
But Aston had no time to worry about his disheveled clothes. Dawn's attacks did not stop. The second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch—fists like a raging storm crashed down on Aston.
Gradually, Aston felt the pain in his body intensifying. Startled, he sensed his strength constantly being drained away. He grew weaker and weaker, and just as he tried to flee, his steps staggered. It was already too late.
Dawn grabbed Aston by the shoulder. His right arm drew back like a bow, and with the strength of his entire body and the amplification of his halo, his fist shot out like an arrow released from its string!
Crack!
The loud sound of bones breaking echoed through the area as Aston's huge corpse collapsed onto the ground.
Dawn expressionlessly looked at the body on the ground, shook the blood from his hand, then glanced