"Crack!"
Seth Hoffman's ribs shattered instantly, his entire chest caved in, the force of the blow piercing straight through his body. His clothes on his back disintegrated in that instant, becoming countless torn strips that fluttered in the air like butterflies.
Carson Flores released his grip, dodged swiftly to the side, just in time to avoid the jet of blood that Seth Hoffman spat out.
Seth Hoffman hung his head low, staring at his crushed and mangled chest, his eyes filled with despair, disbelief, and unwillingness.
He glanced at Carson Flores opposite him, then turned to look at Emilio Compton. Just as he was about to say something, his body lost strength and collapsed to the ground, his head tilted to the side, silent forevermore.
Seth Hoffman was dead.
The onlookers all inhaled sharply, looking at Carson Flores with undisguised horror in their eyes.
What kind of strength did Carson Flores possess?
