In the underground octagonal cage,
Chad's figure swayed like a young sapling in a raging storm,
While Charles's attacks struck like a hurricane enveloping Chad, relentlessly targeting his throat, temples, and other vital areas.
Each assault carried an unparalleled momentum, those fists were as hard as if forged from steel.
Chad felt the world in front of him beginning to blur,
He truly didn't expect that Charles's stamina was still at its peak. The earlier claims of decreased speed and reduced strength were all a facade, The purpose was likely to make him lose his ability to fight.
Thinking of this, Chad's expression became somewhat dazed, as if he saw the faces of unfamiliar people appearing before him.
He had never met these people, yet it felt as though they had always lived together.
