Chapter 206: The Devil never forgets how to fight
Anne’s heart pounded painfully. Her instincts screamed danger. This man seemed like born for violence. Every movement radiated danger, like a lion scenting blood. He didn’t need to raise his voice or bare his fists—his presence alone was enough to freeze the air.
She clutched Augustine’s arm instinctively.
"Who is he?" she whispered, voice tight with fear.
Augustine patted the back of her hand. "Relax," he said reassuringly. "I’ve got this."
He took a step forward, pushing Anne behind him. "The Devil never forgets how to fight." He motioned with his fingers, inviting him as he took a fighting stance. "Come on. Show me your moves."
Anne’s blood turned cold as she saw them ready for the combat. "Augustine," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Step back," Augustine commanded.
Anne hurried back, knowing the tension had already escalated beyond intervention. She couldn’t stop them. All she could do was pray for Augustine to win the fight.
The man rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles as he stepped forward, his lips curling into a sneer. In a flash, his expression changed, and he lunged at him. His fist came down like a sledgehammer, a brutal arc meant to crush the skull.
But Augustine was faster. He ducked low, nimble as a shadow, the punch missing him by a hair. Before the man could recover, Augustine moved one step to the left, then a pivot to the right, fluid as water.
Another strike from his opponent followed, faster and angrier, but again, it sliced nothing but empty air.