Luckily for Bradly, the punch did not pierce into his stomach and destroy his organs, but it did overcome his defenses and blast him into the distance. He rolled through the ground for dozens of meters, carving a shallow trench through the earth before finally skidding into a pond.
The violent momentum forced water upward in a wave, and Bradly used every bit of strength he had left to rise as fast as he could.
A mouthful of blood immediately spilled past his lips.
"What was that?"
There was genuine confusion in the Neo-Angel's eyes. He detected no rise in energy, no increase in aura, and no shift in power from the violet-eyed man—yet that last strike had been vastly superior to the previous one.
It felt as if the same blow had suddenly gained overwhelming force without any noticeable change. As he focused once more on the violet-eyed man, Bradly's attention narrowed on the stranger's right fist.
