"Slide... A slide step?"
Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, Roland asked in a groan.
It was a technique he had seen performed by Li Lin. He could do it himself if he needed to, up to a fast ten-step slide. But to slide gracefully the twenty-pace distance like Azdahak and throw a punch that exudes "short power," he was far from it. Not to mention comparing it to Li Lin's instant teleportation-like movement.
There was no opportunity to dodge or even anticipate the direction of the opponent's punch. He took a solid punch—
"Enough acting, pathetic actor. Even though I'm not a martial artist, I could mimic the last flighty punch, but it gave me a real sense."
Azdahak, in complete control, swung his clenched fist and chuckled leisurely.
