Eren barely had time to register the blur of motion before a crushing blow sent him flying, his body skidding through the crowded stalls.
A groan escaped from his lips, his face contorted in pain.
Since awakening his Dragon's physique, he'd become much harder to hurt through physical attacks. But this attack was different. He could feel the sickening crunch of fractured ribs.
Though his enhanced healing rapidly healed the damage, he was still very shocked. This man had effortlessly bypassed his defenses.
"Oh? You're still alive?" the attacker sneered, surprise evident in his voice.
Even seasoned warriors of the city would have been crippled for months by that blow. A mere slave should have been killed instantly. Yet, here Eren stood, already back on his feet, though his face was pale and he coughed up a bit of blood.
Intrigued, the man pressed, "Who is your master?"
