Pow!
Bang!
Puff!
Several attacks from the youths in Lothur's surroundings hit his body. Still, this silver-haired fellow just held his position, untouched.
Those individuals then began to feel a similar sensation to the one they had felt weeks ago, that of being totally dominated by the opposing side.
Only to their shock, this time, Lothur did not even need the help of the mysterious weapon he had in his possession. He just accepted their blows, without even moving his eyelids.
'Damn it! What is going on? How can his body resist all our attacks?' One of those youths who hated Lothur the most and wanted to act against him wondered.
Meanwhile, the others were already sweating, even though Lothur had not moved to attack them.
'What's with this bastard? He is capable of all this... Could it be that he was playing weak before?'
