The night breeze stirred gently, and the dust dispersed.
A burly figure over two meters tall appeared where Freeman and Amuel had stood. Half-crouched, the attacker had an enormous fist buried deep in the solid ground. When she raised her head, her eyes brimmed with mockery, her dark red hair hanging loose.
What drew the most attention, however, was the scar on the right side of her face.
It was a burn scar crisscrossed with Sword Scars.
It twitched as she smiled.
Whoosh!
Thud!
Freeman swept a leg across. The heavy rush of air gave way to an even heavier impact.
The unknown attacker blocked the powerful kick simply by raising an arm. Her half-crouched body did not budge.
Freeman narrowed his eyes and immediately launched a relentless assault.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The newly turned Blood Descendant attacked with fists and feet, every blow tearing through the air with a sound that made the scalp prickle.
Even stone would have shattered under that storm of attacks, but the unknown attacker blocked them effortlessly.
And she used only one hand the entire time.
She never even shifted from her half-crouch.
"Is that it?
That's all you've got?
Weak!
Pathetically weak!"
The mockery in her eyes deepened. Then she reached up and caught the newly turned Blood Descendant's fist, tightening her five fingers.
Crack, crack!
As the bones cracked, the newly turned Blood Descendant's fist was crushed to pulp almost instantly.
But Freeman paid it no mind. He brought his intact left fist smashing down.
"Hahahaha!"
At the sight of that punch, the unknown attacker burst out laughing.
"A brute with strength but no technique-just... hmm?"
The unknown attacker was about to finish Freeman off.
But a test tube flew out from a corner.
Snap!
The test tube shattered, and the green