A massive fist tore through the air at insane speed. Yohan managed to shift backward just in time, missing it by only a few inches.
But that wasn't the end.
An endless barrage of punches followed, each one just as lethal as the last. It took almost everything he had just to avoid getting hit.
Blocking wasn't an option—the sheer power behind each strike would crush him. That was his biggest weakness right now: his body simply couldn't withstand very powerful hits.
'Compared to my strength and speed, my durability is far behind', Yohan thought grimly. 'But it doesn't matter. As long as I don't get hit, I'll eventually find an opening…'
Another punch grazed past him. This time, he even managed to force some distance between them.
Buck stood there breathing heavily, his skin even redder than before, steam steadily rising from his sweat. At a glance, he looked exhausted—but Yohan knew better. Those densely packed muscles still held explosive power.
