Before Aaron could react, the man dashed through the smoke and ash, covering the distance in a blink. His fist slammed into Aaron's stomach like a hammer,
Aaron stumbled back, clutching his stomach, each breath sharp and shallow. The man's strikes weren't just strong, they were overwhelming. Every move he made seemed effortless, while Aaron scrambled just to stay on his feet.
"Poor bastard," the man said, stopping for a moment as Aaron’s eyes widened, his face twisting like he might throw up. "Now you see the difference in power between us."
Before Aaron could react, a sharp kick slammed into his ribs. Pain shot through his side as he hit the wall, charred wood breaking under the impact. The man didn’t give him a chance to breathe—he was already moving in again, his shadow closing over
