BAM!!
With a muffled explosion, the old man in black was sent flying backward, his feet lifted off the ground by the force of the punch.
But just as he was about to smash into the wall…
"Sort!"
VMMM!
As the strange syllable was uttered, an invisible force erupted.
His body seemed to become as pliant as a piece of soft cloth.
The moment he hit the wall, he made no sound at all. Instead, he twisted his body in an unbelievable manner, seemingly using the impact to stabilize his center of gravity before landing smoothly.
He even managed to raise a hand and adjust his wide-brimmed black hat, which had nearly fallen off, projecting an air of casual ease.
"Ahem…"
He coughed again.
He supported himself with the redwood cane in his right hand. As he lowered his left, a white handkerchief reappeared in it as if by magic.
"The peak of the Professional Level… Heh heh. As expected of a chosen vessel. Your progress is truly astounding."
