Wyndam cursed inwards.
He had been pushed to use 'Hardening', his trump card which was at Basic Level 8 to deal with an Old Man!
If word got out about it, he would turn into a laughing stock! His whole reputation would go down the drain!
He might even have to resign his position of Leader.
This... this was all because of the old man... If he was not there, he would have tasted a virgin and gotten money.
On the other hand, the old man was breathing heavily.
His ribs had no doubt been broken. He was also very exhausted but 'Strengthening' regenerated his vigour.
The old man wiped his sweat. He flexed his arms.
His shirt ripped!
He used his left hand and pulled out his shirt.
Such chiseled body! It must have been the product of daily workouts.
Wyndam sneered.
Boom!
A punch to his jaw. Wyndam's face deformed. Two of his lower molars fell!
"Old man..."
"Your ability is Basic Level 9!" Wyndam sneered. "I never thought I would ever find such an expert in this shithole!"
"What cursed luck..."
The old man pounced on him and started attacking mercilessly.
Wyndam defended.
A punch to the face. Blocked.
A roundhouse kick to the crotch. Blocked.
An amateur might not notice it but Wyndam was getting pushed back.
Noticing this, Wyndam's face turned ugly.
He cried "HARDENED PUNCH!!!"
On his hand suddenly blue colored air was swirling around.
He formed a punch and pulled his right arm back.
He punched!
It was aimed at the head of the old man.
The old man bent his body backwards.
But the punch was aimed downwards.
The old man bent until his body made a downwards 'U'.
Such flexibility! As expected of a man of the sea!
The punch stuck air. But the ground behind deformed. It made a crater in the ground!
If it had struck his head, his head would have been blasted off!
Old man looked up. Another punch was coming!
It was aimed at his leg.
So the first one was in preparation for this!
Damn his ancestors!
The old man propelled his legs up using his hands and his legs flew back in an arc.
The punch stuck the ground. BOOM!
Rubble flew up.
Wyndam smiled. He had the old man right where he wanted!
Amidst the rubble Wyndam started attacking.
"Hardened Punch!"
"Hardened Hook!"
"Hardened Kick!"
The old man had no choice but to block it.
Taking heavy blows, the old man was starting to get pushed back.
The rubble was also clearing.
Wyndam wanted to finish it.
He would use his signature move, a punch to the heart, to kill him!
Just as he pulled back his right hand to perform the finisher, he noticed something!
A lone nipple hair!
He was dumbfounded. A single hair growing in an ocean.
The single hair symbolized... 'Hope'!
The single hair bending in the wind... Just how the wind wanted to move... The nipple hair moved with it... An undying symbol that embedded its roots deep into the depths of the ocean. Everything at the foot of its majesty.
The swayed with the wind. It seemed that if the nipple hair would stop, the world would end...
While Wyndam was deep in thought, the old man recovered.
The old man cried "DIAMOND SPIT!"
His spit hardened into pellets which were crystallized and were as hard as diamonds! He took a deep breath.
"Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu. Phu." He spat those pellets on Wyndam like a pecking chicken.
Wyndam was getting overwhelmed!
Old Man cried "Salmon punch!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Punches flew at Wyndam.
Bust!
Blood flew everywhere!
Wyndam had truly bust a nut!
"Aoooooooooooo!" He cried.
Just as he was about to kill Wyndam, his subordinates arrived...
With the old man's daughter.