Crack!
The rugged hand adorned with metal fist guards suddenly exerted force, twisting a member of the Blood Clan's neck into a twisted doughnut, with blood splattering from the folds.
A few droplets shot out, landing on the man's face.
The burly man, with exaggerated muscles, released his right hand and kicked out directly. The Blood Clan member was sent flying, slamming heavily against the wall with a thud. Blood splattered half the wall.
On the spot, the muscular man wiped the blood from his face with his hand and turned his head toward the entrance. The blue-eyed hunters who had rushed in were standing still, their expressions blank and slightly dazed.
With blood-stained eyes, the muscular man sized them up with an icy glare. Half his face was smeared with blood from his palm, giving his fierce face an even more menacing look. He was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
