The diminutive man stood speechless, his mouth slightly agape.
The white-haired boy with pale skin he had kicked just moments ago was standing before him, seemingly unaffected.
He retracted his head slightly, 'How in the world?...this has never happened before!'
This wasn't the first time he had hit someone.
His strikes packed enough power to make the earth crack, courtesy of his unique talent and attributes.
He was a formidable force that no one in the vicinity dared to trifle with, not even Sage Gilbert himself.
They understood his position, his strength, and his usefulness. Even if they wished to challenge him, a single punch was all it took to knock some sense into them.
Although he could unleash far more than just a punch, he had always been grateful that he didn't need to... because utilizing his true strength would be devastating.
Meanwhile, Northern was gazing at him with a slightly parted mouth.
