"Oscar, what nonsense are you spouting? Believe it or not, I could slap you dead!" Walker, though more mature, was still as arrogant as ever, pointing at the young man's nose and cursing, "You think you're invincible just because you're wearing that turtle shell?"
"Walker, you think you're so tough? You probably don't know, this X-Vanguard Armor I'm wearing is the latest from the research center. Even a Demi-God level Soulmancer can't break through my defense!" Oscar's helmet was already on, his body completely encased in the metallic armor, and he laughed, "Big talk, why don't you try to slap me dead? Go on, give it a try!"
"Damn it! You're asking for it!" Walker, known for his temper, cursed again and threw a punch directly at Oscar.
His body, strengthened through witchcraft, was incredibly powerful, and this punch packed tens of thousands of pounds of force.
Oscar didn't seem to dodge at all.
Or rather...
