THE FIFTH CONTINENT — NORTH.
Of all the mumu (stupid) things to do, you dare want to fight me—in an all-out, hand-to-hand combat.
Chris spoke inwardly with a mix of disbelief and dark amusement, smoothly sheathing his sword back into his inventory. His eyes remained locked intently on Yang as the man approached with incredible, blistering speed.
Yang threw a powerful right fist straight at the cheek of the Naija youth. Chris ducked under the punch with lightning reflexes and countered instantly with a devastating uppercut to Yang’s chin. The air sliced apart violently like a jet breaking the sound barrier, creating a visible shockwave.
Yang’s vision darkened at the edges from the brutal impact. He grunted heavily, shaking his head as blood poured heavily from his nose. Chris’s left han
