Max tilted his head slightly, his faint smile deepening. "I heard demons pride themselves on physical combat?" His voice was steady, mocking.
Before Moro could react, Max's left fist drove forward. It sank straight into Moro's gut with explosive force.
Bang!
The impact rang out like thunder. Moro's body folded, his lionlike chest heaving as blood sprayed from his mouth. His figure was blasted backward, spinning through the air like a broken doll, the arrogance from moments ago shattered in an instant.
'How?!' Moro's thoughts screamed as the world spun around him. 'How can a human… overpower me?!'
But before his body could even finish crashing through the air—
Shhhk!
Max's figure flickered. In the blink of an eye, he teleported directly in front of Moro. No words, no hesitation. His fist slammed down again, this time angled sharply, driving into Moro's gut once more.
Boom!
