Richard knew that this young girl was filled with curiosity about him.
Naturally, he didn't mind showing a bit of his strength.
"Look!" He raised his right hand, and the fist transformed—becoming a black dragon fist streaked with white lines.
The aura of that fist was completely different from his overall aura. It was ferocious, savage, and arrogant.
Carla was instantly mesmerized, and her hand moved instinctively to touch the dragon fist.
Since merely touching it wouldn't cause any problems, Richard allowed her to do so.
"So strong," she said.
The girl could feel an immense power within that fist, a force that carried an aura of invincibility.
"Even a Lord would be crushed if struck by this fist," Richard said.
"Are you sure you want to see me throw a punch?" he asked with a smile.
This time, Carla hesitated slightly. She even unconsciously shook her head a little.
