The heavy blade tore through the air, carrying a fierce gust of wind as it slashed straight toward Zayen's chest.
The attack was fast, extremely fast. The fat young man clearly did not hold back.
But Zayen didn't move. He simply stood there calmly, watching the incoming blade.
Just as the attack was about to reach him, Zayen raised his hand.
Clang!
A crisp metallic sound rang out. The fat young man's pupils shrank violently.
His full-power strike had been stopped by two fingers.
Zayen had casually caught the blade between his index and middle fingers.
The terrifying momentum of the attack instantly came to a halt.
"Too slow," Zayen said calmly.
The fat young man's face changed drastically. "Impossible!"
Before he could react—
Bang!
Zayen suddenly kicked forward.
The kick landed directly on the fat young man's stomach.
A dull sound echoed through the ruins as the fat young man was blasted backward like a cannonball, smashing through a broken stone wall.
