Chapter 30: Wrath of the King, Killing with a Breath
Crack!
Dracul's jaw nearly dropped.
One kick.
Tiger had been kicked away with just a single blow, and his arms had been shattered.
Others might not realize how formidable Tiger was, but Dracul knew well. Tiger had been conditioning his arms with wooden piles since he was ten years old. His arms were three times harder than the average person's.
It was because of these "iron hands" that Tiger had risen above the others, becoming Dracul's most valued thug and, in his eyes, his successor.
But today...
In front of this young man named John Lopez, Tiger couldn't even endure a single kick. His once-legendary arms broke like brittle twigs.
Dracul was stunned. His eyes locked onto John as he asked, "Who the hell are you?"
A man with such tremendous fighting skills at such a young age couldn't possibly be a regular guy.
"Who am I?"