Leoz withdrew his fist, shrugged at the foreman crushed into a pulp before him, and said regretfully:
"Sorry, I thought you were pretty strong..."
Unable to sense any aura of a Pathway on the opponent, he instinctively thought it was a strong presence.
Turned out to be so weak, he had just swung his fist, and the force of the punch had shattered the foe.
The blood and flesh were ruthlessly dried and carbonized by the wind pressure, akin to a failed steak, emitting an unpleasant burnt stench mixed with a rusty smell, spreading throughout the factory in no time.
The workers stared at him dazedly until Leoz lifted his head, his deep blue eyes scanning the crowd apologetically, immediately causing an uproar.
"He's killed someone, run!"
"Monster, this is definitely a monster!"
"We won't call the police, please spare us..."
