Asher couldn't believe it and charged again, this time with a faster leg sweep, convinced that with this speed, Ethan wouldn't be able to react in time.
But the result...
"Smack!"
Another loud slap sent Asher flying again.
Asher was utterly bewildered, his eyes toward Ethan now filled with shock. If the first slap could be attributed to chance, there was no way the same thing happening twice could be considered luck.
Who was this young man, really?
Asher tried a few more times, pulling out every trick he knew, but each time he was slapped away, his face swelling up.
Now, Asher stood frozen, terrified to move, staring at Ethan as if he were staring at a demon.
He had considered himself one of the elite fighters in Crimson City's underground circuit. He had even met a few gold medali
