EVEN with Wulfric's physique, if he was hit by someone with a physique level S or higher, he would still be affected. The strike hurled him several meters through the air, but he quickly adjusted, slamming his feet down with brute force to halt his momentum. Without missing a beat, Wulfric steadied himself.
His body instinctively surged forward, ready to launch a counterattack, but he forced himself to halt just in time. The strain of stopping his momentum was immense, to the point that his veins bulged across his neck and arms as his every muscle tensed. The sheer effort drove his left foot deep into the ground, leaving cracks in the earth as his leg acted like an anchor, holding him back with raw power.
Wulfric took a few deep breaths, his fists clenching and unclenching as he struggled to regain control. He forced himself to calm down, silently reminding himself over and over that the man standing before him was Aster's father.
