Blaine Pitts was an immovable mass, his punches even more relentless!
The fierce gust of wind from his punch felt like a biting blade cutting into your skin!
Facing such a powerful attack, I didn't dodge or hide, but instead, raised my hand and met it head-on!
A thunderous "clang" resounded!
After our fists collided, an astonishing scene unfolded!
My body was sent flying away like a kite with a broken string!
Blood spurted from my mouth! I seemed incredibly weak in an instant!
"Mr. Raymond!" cried Conrad Schroeder, quickly running over to me.
Supporting me, he asked anxiously, "Mr. Raymond, are you okay?"
There wasn't a trace of panic on my face, I only had a subtle smile.
"Is this the King of Chuzzle? Truly laughable!" sneered Blaine Pitts.
Lainey Kessler shook his head, too.
It seemed the so-called experts of the Chuzzle area weren't all that great.
The King of Chuzzle couldn't even withstand a common punch from Blaine Pitts!
Too weak, far too weak!
