"Ugh!" Lin groaned as he knelt on the ground, pain coursing through his body. All he could see was ground beneath nearby, a stark contrast to the agony that coiled around him, rendering him numb and unable to move. His head hung low, and his gaze was limited to the black boots standing before him.
"Are you okay, Master?" Rivia asked, stepping closer. Her eyes darted to the four dead bodies, then back to the young man with pink hair who was on his knees, his posture defeated and devoid of even the slightest hint of retaliation.
It was as if a single punch had robbed him of his strength entirely.
It was quite a surprise, considering that in noble families, it had always been a requirement for heirs to undergo rigorous training in various martial arts and other essential skills for the aristocracy.
