Peyton maintained his stance with controlled breathing, staring at Akshar.
And as usual, Akshar isn't using any stance; his hands dropped, maintaining eye contact with Peyton.
Peyton couldn't tell why, but the aura that Aksahr had previously had disappeared, even when he had beaten him the first time.
The aura of a fearless killer was gone. And while they maintained eye contact, he could see Akshar's eyes looking at Stulgra out of the door, and every time he did, a sweat appeared on his forehead.
"So that's why…" Peyton whispered.
Akshar took the first place, throwing the punch toward Peyton. The punches were fast, and every punch that went in pushed Peyton back pretty far.
And as Akshar got a hold of Peyton, he easily threw him like nothing; his strength was visibly overwhelming.
"Ah!" Peyton grunted as his back hit the rope.
