Mastrax might be awkward and more inclined to studious endeavors rather than military ones. But he was a dragon, an ancient one at that. He also was no fool. Mastrax wasn't just going to let Ackster beat the snot out of his old bones.
"Here I come!"
Mastrax cried out as he threw a punch toward Ackster's face.
Ackster furrowed his brow and dodged. Mastrax's moves were those of an amateur. So, even if he had enough power to send a tornado through the air merely by punching it, Ackster could read his movements like an open book.
Ackster had a feeling he knew what Mastrax was going to do before Mastrax did.
'Where did his speed go?'
Mastrax had been so quick that he almost teleported before when Ackster caught his interest. But now, Ackster felt like Mastrax was moving in slow motion.
Sure, Ackster had used Limit Breaker on his Overhuman Senses. But that was because he needed it to pick up Mastrax's movements.
