Alix lowered his fist. A dull ache spread through his arm.
He glanced at his hand. The skin over his knuckles had split slightly.
A thin line of blood slowly dripped onto the broken floor.
He stared at it for a moment...
Then laughed.
"Haha..."
"So that's how it feels."
"It's been a very long time since someone made me bleed."
His eyes shone with excitement rather than concern.
Although he was only a peak Tier 6...
His body is already comparable to that of tier 7 expert.
Combined with the experience of someone who had once stood at Tier 10...
His understanding of combat far surpassed that of the Lord before him.
The Lord suddenly vanished.
Not through a movement technique.
Its physical speed alone had reached an unbelievable level.
It appeared beside Alix in less than an instant.
Another punch.
Simple.
Direct.
Yet the surrounding Law of Strength condensed around its fist, causing space itself to distort.
Alix didn't retreat.
