CHAPTER 25 (PART 1): KILL THE IRONFIST

“Give up now, kid,” Dain told Arth whose face had now been beaten up. “You cannot win.”

‘I only blocked a couple of hits from him … but his attacks are becoming stronger than before. He must’ve already been using his trump card,’ Arth thought, holding his wounded waist. It was bleeding again, as he had received another direct hit from Dain’s fist.

“You’re using your Empyreal Ability,” Arth said as he wiped the blood on his lips. “Are you not?”

“Oh, so you finally figured it out? Bingo! You’ve got great eyes,” Dain pointed a finger at Arth, “Pugnus Inexorabilis … that’s my ability. The damage of my attacks keeps on growing every time my fists land a hit on my opponent. So blocking my punches won’t do you any good … you won’t last for long.”

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