A single punch sent that blessed, invulnerable body crashing into the pit; such power was even more terrifying than that of the "Empire's strongest man," Lance. They couldn't understand why Other Shore's seemingly slender arm could unleash such force.
And this time, the "spark" granted by the gods couldn't support him in getting up from the deep pit. It seemed he had completely succumbed to unconsciousness.
"Worried about this?"
Other Shore noticed the gaze from the remaining few, "Relax, I'm not some maniacal killer; why would I draw my sword in a street brawl?"
They saw Other Shore moving once again.
Even though their blessed vision allowed them to track Other Shore's movements, their bodies could not respond at all, making it appear as if Other Shore was walking straight towards them. Then...hooks, elbow strikes, knee strikes—these seemed like moves only seen in street fights, yet they could incapacitate them instantly.
Such speed...it was as if time itself had stopped!
