Feeling the impact of Yohan's kick, the man removed his glasses and tossed them aside. A thin scar ran across one of his eyebrows.
"Woah, that's a strong kick…" he said casually.
Yohan gritted his teeth, anxiety rising.
'I didn't even put my full strength into that, but it was a clean hit. I might've cracked his ribs… yet he's still standing like nothing happened'
Yohan wasn't just strong—he was far stronger than the average person. Even someone well-trained shouldn't have been able to take that kick so casually.
"You might've even broken a bone in my rib cage." The man tapped his side, not in pain, but in amusement.
The grin on his face twisted into something unsettling. Who smiled like that while talking about broken ribs?
'Maybe he's just hiding the pain' Yohan told himself.
'That has to be it. He's definitely hurt… If so, this is the perfect chance to finish him—'
But before he could move, the man was already right in front of him.
A circular blade glinted in his hand.
