Chapter 160: Four Successors (7)
Powerful’s crude fist came flying. An unpolished punch. But that didn’t mean it was inelegant. It was a punch honed through hundreds of thousands of years—a punch solely focused on efficiency, embodying the essence of a butcher who had slaughtered countless humans. That single punch carried enough force to kill a person outright.
However—
Thud.
“Ugh—!”
Eight brushed it aside as if he could see every motion. After deflecting the blow with ease, his own punch, swift and fluid like a phantom, struck Powerful squarely in the abdomen.
Collapse Fist. An overwhelming strike that carried the full weight of his body, shaking Powerful’s internal organs to their core.
“Uaaah—!”
Letting out his signature yell, Powerful was sent flying. Eight wiggled his fingers, gesturing for him to hurry up and attack again. Seeing that, Powerful spat out chunks of blood and bits of his innards before charging back at Eight.
He threw another punch. A punch that had never been blocked before—yet it was preemptively neutralized, as if Eight could see the future. With his force points suppressed, Powerful couldn’t deliver proper strength. Instead, he took a flurry of counterpunches.
He kicked. But Eight nimbly stepped back, dodging the kick, then hooked his foot and broke Powerful’s balance, toppling him to the ground. Rolling on the floor, Powerful endured several soccer kicks before he managed to stagger back to his feet.
Even in such a one-sided beating, Eight didn’t press the ground advantage. Powerful knew why—Eight was stronger, and both of them understood that.
Powerful frowned as he glared at Eight, who remained just out of reach.