The large man smirked and cracked his fingers. "Let's see if what you say is true."
He then launched himself at Zhihao, directing his right fist toward the calm and unruffled alchemist, who remained silent but attentive.
Zhihao's Quick Reflexes offered him an almost prescient ability to foresee his opponent's movements. As the clenched fist approached, he evaded it, deftly slipping behind the burly man, who couldn't conceal his frustration.
"Bastard!" the man bellowed, whirling around with a hint of irritation. "Quit fooling around and face me seriously!"
A series of blows were delivered but none of them hit Zhihao, not even his black robes that seemed to dance with his movements. The man's frustrated voice rose louder and his speed dropped.
