Looking at the faint tension in Noland Lee's eyes, the Scarred Sin Soldier couldn't stop sneering.
He threw a straight punch, his fist stabbing toward Noland Lee's chest like a dagger.
Noland Lee caught the attack trajectory of the Scarred Sin Soldier, tried his best to dodge the heavy blow by twisting his body.
But the Scarred Sin Soldier's other hand was always gripping Noland Lee's shoulder...
"Thud." A dull sound.
The sandbag-like fist grazed Noland Lee's chest and smashed into his arm.
Pain spread throughout his body.
At least this was a better result of his effort to dodge than being hit squarely in the heart.
The Scarred Sin Soldier swung his fist again.
As Noland Lee made a movement to dodge, he suddenly realized it was a feint.
It was apparent that the Scarred Sin Soldier had a wealth of hand-to-hand combat experience.
As he swung his fist, his right foot hooked onto Noland Lee's lower leg, instantly causing him to lose his balance.
