"Stop" He heard Desmond come from the audience but he only smiled in response, a sinister and bloody smile that did not bother to hide his provocation and mockery; it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Desmond was planning to do.
Without giving anyone a chance to intervene Desmond retracted his right fist, opened his posture, and the muscles of his entire upper and lower torso were tensed so strongly that some of his contours were visible even through the robe Desmond was wearing.
The high-frequency mana vibrations coursing through Desmond's body boosted his physical capabilities while the use of overload caused the muscular structure of his right arm to expand by almost fifty percent.
With a light but a highly compressed layer of metallic mana coating his right fist, it shot like a cannon straight into the skull of the man kneeling in front of Desmond.
