"Alright, that's about enough," Reynold said as he pulled Nick back by his shoulders.
Nick's breathing had become extremely labored and heavy, but his eyes glared at the house with pure hatred and aggression.
After a couple of seconds, Nick's body sagged, and his breathing became deeper.
"There we go," Reynold said with a smirk as he let go of Nick, who fell onto his knees in exhaustion.
"You did good, Nick," Reynold said with a laugh. "You really fucked that house up!"
Nick slowly turned to look at the house.
It was half collapsed.
The front had completely collapsed, but the back was still at its original height.
Nick had punched the house for half an hour, and this was the result.
It had been extremely exhausting, but Nick got quite far.
"How's it feel?" Reynold asked, squatting beside Nick.
Nick thought about it for a bit as he looked at the house.
"Good," he said.
