Chapter 43: Dusk Nearly Dies
Lucien paid no attention to Dusk’s words and continued to approach him step by step.
When he stood before Dusk, his pupils narrowed. Flames erupted, engulfing his clenched fist as he drove it straight into Dusk’s abdomen.
The blow sent Dusk flying, slamming him against the trunk of a tree. His stomach burned where the strange flame had seared his flesh.
Not only was he scorched, but several of his ribs were shattered from the impact.
"Kh-Kh... Why the hell did you hit me?"
"Because you’re unlucky," Lucien replied coldly, before kicking Dusk squarely in the mouth.
Being assaulted by someone of Rank 1 strength, Dusk stood no chance of resistance.
Lucien’s kick twisted his face, and several teeth were knocked clean from his mouth.
He collapsed, face-first into the dirt, his head spinning violently.
His brain had suffered serious trauma — he couldn’t even think straight anymore.
Fortunately — or perhaps unfortunately — Lucien suddenly stopped. He crouched down, staring intently at Dusk.
"Still alive? You can take a beating pretty well," he said with a twisted grin.