'I-I will die?' those were the first thoughts that flashed in Sam's mind.
The time itself had come to a standstill as Sam watched a fist shrouded in golden aura speeding at his face.
It was already too late….
He couldn't dodge, and he wasn't even entertaining the idea of blocking it.
How could he? Blocking the fist of a man who destroyed more than half of the moon in one mere single swing of his arm?!
He couldn't even tank the attack. The dragon scales on his body were capable of absorbing shock, but they were not going to stand a chance against an attack of this caliber!
In one single second, Sam's mind went through more than a gazillion of different possible ways to get out of this problem.
But no matter what path he may choose in his mind, the end result would always play down to be the same— his death.
'Am I going to die like this?!' Sam thought in his mind as the fist that was about to cause his demise kept on growing closer.
