The Man They Could Not Break
The four attackers unleashed a relentless storm of blows.
Fists cut through the night air like hammers. Knees slammed forward with crushing force. Elbows whipped toward Julian's ribs and jaw in rapid succession.
Yet Julian D'Aurelius did not feel a single thing.
The Undestroyable Barrier Skill at its peak was simply too absurd.
An invisible aura wrapped around his body like a silent shield.
A touch here, then another - each strike settled like air drifting past skin. The way it moved across him held no weight at all.
Fists slammed into his chest, then his shoulder, his jaw, over and over. Yet each hit felt like cracking knuckles against cold iron.
Not a single crease managed to stay on his shirt. His outfit remained untouched, smooth as if just pressed. Nothing disturbed the fabric's clean line. Even chaos left it unwrinkled. The mess around him changed nothing about its neatness.
