As I saw his fist getting closer and closer to my face, the only reflex I managed to have was to close my eyes while hoping it wouldn't hurt too much.
I don't know if I was lucky or not, but it had been a few seconds since my eyes were closed, I hadn't felt any blow or pain, but everything was silent.
So I opened my eyes and I saw his fist which was two or three centimetres away from my face, but totally stopped and motionless.
When he saw that I had opened my eyes again, he pulled back his fist and said to me.
"You're better than I thought you were, actually."
Seeing that I didn't quite understand the situation, he continued.
"You've got a lot of nerve. To say that to me when I've got your shoulder in my hand and I can break it in one move, you've got to be either a total moron or h
