Atticus' fist flew forward with the speed of a meteor, its velocity so intense that multiple concentric circles appeared around it as it tore through the temporal zone.
As fast as the human brain's thinking speed was, Dante wasn't even able to formulate a single thought.
It sounded like a cannon blast, as though a metal train moving at supersonic speed collided with a watermelon.
The force of the punch had barely been distributed before Dante's face caved in, his body from below his neck suddenly jerking forward as his head moved backward ever so slowly.
In the next second, the full force of the punch acted, the multitude of concentric circles around his arm seemingly shooting forward, causing another brutal impact.
However, before it could finish spreading, a golden light suddenly ignited, engulfing and swiftly taking Dante out of the area.
