SWISH!
The venomous blade shot forward, aiming dead-center for Ryker’s chest. The distance was so suffocatingly close that the foul, copper stench of the nine-headed serpent venom already bit at his nose.
But Balthazar had just made the final mistake of his life. He hadn't just underestimated Ryker’s physical raw power—he had crossed a line, triggering the deepest wrath of a man who carried the absolute authority of a primal system within his soul.
"You really are a pathetic piece of trash, Balthazar," Ryker hissed.
SLIP!
Ryker lunged forward into the attack, closing the gap instantly. His left hand moved in a blur of blinding speed, snapping around Balthazar’s right wrist a millisecond before the toxic bone tip could graze his skin.
CRACK!
"AAAGHH!"
Balthazar screamed, a high-pitc
