"In a second, you'll be begging for mercy, moron!" Nick shouted as he lunged at Renault, his fists blazing with power.
Renault remained unfazed, leaning casually against a pillar, his posture relaxed. To anyone watching, it seemed like Renault was lethargic, maybe even careless. Dale, his father, felt a surge of panic. He nearly jumped in to save his son. One hit from a C-Ranker like Nick could cripple Renault—or worse.
But to Renault, Nick's attack felt sluggish, almost as if time itself had slowed. He could see the punch coming from a mile away, and in his mind, he quickly identified over twenty ways to avoid it.
With a slight shift to the left and a subtle tilt of his head, Renault dodged the punch effortlessly.
"What?!" Nick's eyes widened in disbelief. "How the hell did I miss?" His confusion was palpable, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.
Renault smirked. "Is that all you've got?"
