Though staying with people had lessened the bestial instincts in Uga, unlike when he lived in the wild, there was no way they could disappear completely.
Perhaps in the future it might be possible.
But that future was not now.
After being punched in the face twice despite not doing anything, rage immediately clouded his mind.
Uga's large frame shifted slightly as he planted his feet more firmly into the cracked ground. The earth beneath him groaned faintly from the pressure.
The attendant noticed the change immediately.
But before he could react, Uga moved.
His fist shot forward.
There was no fancy technique. No visible mana surge. Just a simple punch.
Yet the moment it left his body, the air in front of it seemed to compress violently.
The blow landed squarely on the attendant's chest.
The impact sounded like a hammer striking a thick iron plate.
For the first time since the fight began, someone moved.
The attendant's body slid backward across the ground.
One step.
