Eldric's fist shot forward with full force, its devastating power unchecked by any resistance.
These so-called elite fighters Demontae hired merely matched Eldric's skill level at best.
Their bodies couldn't possibly withstand the crushing might of his perfected technique.
Right on cue, his opponent went flying from a single blow—exactly as Eldric had anticipated.
The damage went beyond just sending him flying—serious internal injuries were guaranteed.
The proof screamed through the air—raw, guttural shrieks like a wounded animal, broadcasting unbearable agony.
Reality confirmed it: one punch left the fighter with grievous wounds, knocked clean out of the fight.
Another enemy down. And this time, despite their united formation, Eldric had broken through their ranks. This proved he c
