As the punches came flying, Yohan dodged every single one before throwing one of his own.
His fist stopped mere inches from Gunjoo's face. Then he shifted his stance and drove a punch straight into his gut.
The impact tore through Gunjoo's body, dropping him to his knees with a groan.
"Don't be a baby," Yohan said, "I barely put any strength into that one."
Gunjoo wheezed.
"Then why does it hurt so much?"
A few seconds later, he forced himself back to his feet.
"I still don't get why you picked an item that makes you flexible. Aside from making your punches faster, it doesn't seem all that useful."
"Actually, I didn't choose it just for attacking," Gunjoo said. "The defense matters too. Blunt force doesn't hurt as much, and—"
"You don't have to explain it to me," Yohan cut in. "Do whatever you want with your money. Just don't blame me when you realize that you got scammed,"
