Chapter 109. Art Alaris
"You’re bluffing," the cloaked man growled, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared daggers at Art. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, barely able to conceal the unease creeping into his bones.
Art tilted his head just slightly, green eyes gleaming with detached amusement. "Well... then let’s see if I am."
The next moment, Art vanished.
BOOM!
A violent shockwave tore through the space between them as Art reappeared mid-motion, his fist driving straight into the man’s gut with bone-crunching force.
The impact was monstrous. The man folded instantly—his body curling like crumpled parchment—before he was flung skyward like a ragdoll, blood erupting from his mouth in thick sputters.
But Art wasn’t done.
Appearing above him, Art seized the man’s face mid-flight with one hand and hurled him like a javelin, arcing him over the rooftops and into the far distance—away from the alley, away from the civilians, away from the remnants of the guards still trembling behind them.
The body slammed into the earth with devastating force, causing the rocky ground to explode in shards and tremble with a muffled rumble.
The impact formed a crater near a serene stream where the water danced, almost mockingly, in its tranquil rhythm.
The cloaked man’s body convulsed. Bones were broken—several.