At that, Dragon sucked in a sharp breath as though he had a toothache.
He had finally managed to shatter one layer of defense, only to discover that it was nothing but the man's skin!
The truly powerful defense lay underneath!
Good grief, this was fucking ridiculous!
Then what the hell are you wearing armor for? Just to look cool?
Or to make me feel like a fool?
Huh? That rhymed.
"All right, all right, we agreed on just one move. Keep this up and we'll get chewed out!"
Seeing the look in Dragon's eyes, Randall hurriedly spoke up.
At that, Dragon immediately dropped his fighting stance.
No wonder this man could take part in battles between the strongest fighters and even influence the final outcome.
With defenses like these, even Dragon's old man would need some time to break through.
He understood now. This man simply couldn't be judged by normal standards.
"You should get that wound treated first."
Looking at Randall's miserable state, Dragon couldn't help saying it.
But Randall responded with a curious question:
"What wound?"
"Well, the... the..."
Dragon stumbled over his words for ages without getting anywhere.
Because he watched with his own eyes as Randall walked toward him from a distance, new flesh writhing around the wound in his chest as it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
By the time Randall reached him, the wound that had exposed even his heart had completely healed.
If not for the blood still wet on Randall's body, Dragon would have wondered whether he had imagined the whole thing.
Whether Wind God Grudge had never actually hit Randall, and Randall hadn't been injured at all!
Dragon stared, dumbstruck, at Randall's unblemished chest, then couldn't help stepping forward and reaching out toward him.
"Hey, what