When Iwan opened his eyes, the figure of the old demon entered his sight.
Gunzi had already pulled back his fist, while the old demon was standing there with
"The endurance of a martial artist comes from the years of work that has hardened his body to the point where catching a fist with his bare body isn't even a big deal." The old demon said while covering his mouth with a hand.
Blood was seeping out the side of his hand, and it was obvious that the old demon was greatly lacking in the endurance department.
"Are you ok-"
"Then comes the defense. Attack me, GUNZI." The old demon interrupted Iwan and moved ahead with a shout.
Gunzi threw the same fist at the old demon once again, but this time, the old demon moved his hand and turned it so that his palm was in the way of the fist.
Gunzi changed the fist in his direction while the old demon moved his other hand and tried to defend against the fist with both of his palms.
