DRIP DRIP DRIP
Rui glanced down at the fist with which he had struck her.
It was bleeding profusely. Just coming into contact with her rough skin in a strike had caused not just the skin of his fingers and knuckles but all of the flesh to completely be shredded off.
('What a lethal Martial Art and body,') Rui sighed as he walked away.
It was just a single strike, yet she had already caused him significant damage. Unfortunately for her, the impact of a strike was conveyed through the bones of the hand and not the flesh.
Thus, she wasn't able to soften the blow any bit at all. He had struck her diaphragm with incredible force without any defensive technique protecting it. He debilitated her far more than the loss of flesh had debilitated him.
"You made that look easy," Kane marveled at Rui. "Did you make a predictive model ahead of time?"
