After he had put on the gloves, seconds later the situation had gone totally wrong, and Gudzil had found himself suddenly in a very unfamiliar environment, having no idea what had happened or was happening.
Now, after getting the gloves off and just escaping a sure death hit, considering he would have been powerless to react and dodge the axe kick without his qi, Gudzil was all fired up, his blood pumping with vigour, and his spirit sense was on full blast.
Looking at the position where he had been almost, Gudzil saw one of the black-clothed men standing there, the man silently staring at them as he stood on slightly depressed ground filled with cracks, a result born from his kick.
Internally shuddering as he imagined what could have happened to him if he had been hit by the kick, Gudzil looked past the man and stared in confusion at the dense smoke and dust-filled environment that hung around the man.
