—Bang!
"Huuuh…"
A gasp for air escaped from Ryan's lips as he crashed against the side of the wall.
He opened his eyes with some difficulty. His entire body ached.
"Not bad. You lasted one more minute compared to your clones."
On the other side of the field, Rohan threw off his top. It was a habit of his that came out whenever he was getting serious.
Without saying anything, Ryan silently placed his hands on his abdomen.
It was bruised, and one forceful tug would certainly lead to puncturing his skin. He even guessed that he was already bleeding internally.
That one attack from Rohan broke a couple of ribs.
Recovering a little, Ryan smiled half-deprecatingly.
After that fight with Astin, back in the central city, where he needed Andrew to save his life, he had come to a secondhand realization.
