"If you're not going to attack first, then I will gladly do so!" Vanishing from his place, Clifford appeared next to the man, his fist covered with fire Qi. "Let's see how strong you are." Putting all his weight into it, Clifford slammed his fist against the man's face. Suddenly, Clifford felt something sharp restricting his fist, as if invisible chains were holding him back.
"Why are you so aggressive? Look, I don't really have any time for you right now. I'd like to see the world above." Holding Clifford's hands suspended in the air, the man tried to crush Clifford's fist but failed. He spoke and passed by him toward the hole in the ceiling. "You are at the fourth stage, and I'm at the eighth stage. There is no chance for you to win. Just free the rest, and some of them might agree to fight you."
