Boom!
Nolan's fist slammed into the man's mask, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.
Without hesitation, Nolan bent his knees, vanished from his spot, and reappeared directly above his opponent.
Spinning midair, he unleashed a horizontal tornado kick that struck the man's right side.
His body was hurled back once more, but Nolan gave him no chance to recover.
Ten consecutive blows rained down mercilessly. After the final strike, Nolan paused in the air for a brief moment before slowly descending to the ground.
The Order of Life lay helpless among the ruins of a collapsed building.
His mask had shattered, revealing a middle-aged face half-burned. His left eye was gone, and his right eye was a dull gray.
He didn't move, as if dead. But in the next second, a green light burst from his body.
At the same time, his wounds healed at an astonishing speed.
"Nolan Lorian!"
Boom!
A voice full of hatred thundered as he leaped into the sky, gasping for breath.
