Johan was already beyond his limits, enduring and tolerating the abuse of the unexpectedly powerful blows from Isaac's fists.
Each punch seemed to be strong enough to break rocks, and yet, in some way that even Johan couldn't understand, it took ten of those massive blows for the young man to finally fall unconscious.
Isaac snorted, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Look... I have to congratulate you. For someone who doesn't use family knowledge, you're pretty tough."
Isaac then turned his back on his target, headed towards one of the points closest to the stone wall of the gallery that formed the Purgatory, leaned against it, and sat down, panting very slightly.
"Holy shit... I never thought I'd need to use more than my usual to be able to knock someone out."
However, Isaac's eyes widened as he looked down at Johan's body, and noticed a very slight movement coming from him.
"You've got to be kidding..."
