"Khuaaa! Huaaah! Haa… Ha…"
When Quinn's fist connected, Lucas felt air gushing out of his lungs. Everything momentarily blacked out before he was sent flying back a few good meters.
His body fiddled on the ground like a flat stone on the water's surface before finally coming to a halt.
He soon came to his senses, however, and violently coughed up a mouthful of blood before gathering the strength in his body and getting up on his feet.
"Fucking hell," Lucas cursed, wiping the blood from the side of his lips.
He held the in his hand tighter and looked at Quinn, who had a haughty smirk on his face.
Despite realizing the stark difference in power between himself and Quinn, which would typically cause fear or despair in any normal person, Lucas inexplicably felt irked upon seeing him smirk.
Honestly, he just wanted to beat the shit out of his face.
