Asher, with his hands still clasped behind his back, coldly looked at Bret and said: "Are you really here to just hand over money?"
"Hmph, I used to be somebody. What’s so great about underground fighting? You’ve humiliated and oppressed the goddess of my heart, and today, I, Bret, will defeat you for her!" Bret assumed a fighting stance, exuding a fierce, sharp energy—a testament to his years of experience in the special forces.
He charged forward with three steps and threw a powerful punch.
The force behind his fist was strong and deep, aiming directly at Asher’s chest.
Thud!
Even a Tibetan Mastiff would have been knocked back by that punch.
Yet Asher remained unmoved, his chest barely rippling, while Bret staggered back several steps, thud thud thud.
"How is this possible?" Bret
