"Damn!!! This strength is already way too much!"
Kiria's pupils contracted, and his footsteps slipped again. A hand knife whistled past his face and slashed into the ornamental tree next to him. Instantaneously, a shower of wood shavings flowed from the stout tree trunk, creating a hole the size of a fist. The leaves shook violently and fell like rain.
"Hiss..."
Kiria took a deep, cold breath; he felt like he was not on the same level as his opponent. Thankfully, he was at his peak state just now and managed to dodge the attacks twice as he sensed the imminent danger. Otherwise, if hit even slightly, his best-case scenario would be bone fractures. A red wound on his cheek warned Kiria that the man was not to be underestimated.
"Why aren't you making a move?"
