Malachi whirled around and flung out his leg to kick Belloc directly in the temple.
When the blow connected, the dragon had not moved even a single inch and had nothing to show in terms of wounds or bruises.
Meanwhile, Mal's foot was ringing continuously, and as hot as a whore in church.
"Got that out of your system? Feeling better?" Belloc mocked.
Malachi's teeth sharpened to a dangerously concerning point.
Using his own negativity, he channeled it throughout his body like a battery.
"If only you knew… just how much more I really have to give..!"
Channeling all of his power, he clenched his fist and struck Belloc right on his square jaw and sent him flying like a kite.
The dragon crashed headfirst into a titanium wall and actually dented it with the force of the collision.
Mal's knuckles were actually bleeding from hitting such a hard surface, but he honestly couldn't have cared less at the moment.
