Chapter 22
Clash.
This time—
Paul felt it.
Something new.
Weight.
Rudeus's strikes—
Were heavier.
Not just faster.
Not just cleaner.
Stronger.
"…What?"
That shouldn't happen.
No Touki.
No reinforcement.
Just raw muscle.
And yet—
Each impact carried force beyond his size.
Rudeus stepped in again.
Strike.
Paul blocked—
But his arm shifted back slightly.
"…You're kidding me…"
That wasn't technique.
That was physical power.