Anthony vanished again, his body appearing beside one of the four who had moved to attack his friends, and without missing a beat, he punched out, his fist streaking towards the man's gut with blurring speed. The man immediately created a mana barrier to block at the last instant, but it was utterly futile, Anthony's fist tore through the barrier effortlessly, his strike collapsing against the man's chest with devastating force.
With a grotesque flesh-tearing and bone-shattering sound, the man's chest caved inward before bursting outward from his back, his vitality allowing him to remain alive for a few more seconds, his face frozen in shock at his own impending death. But Anthony had no more time for him; he simply swiped his hand across space, and in the next instant, the man's head was severed cleanly from his neck.
The other three blurred backwards immediately, retreating with everything they had, but could they be faster than Anthony? Absolutely not.
