Anthony's eyes snapped to the side as he saw the four of them arrive before him in a blur. Anthony knew there was no way he could outrun these four; it was simply impossible. He had just ascended, and expecting him to outrun four people whose true strength he didn't even know was nothing but sheer madness.
Although he was the greatest Anomaly in existence, some things were still... impossible.
The being from the Yaksha Race attacked without a shred of hesitation, a smile plastered across his face, his hand moving in a martial chop towards Anthony's right shoulder. But Anthony simply sidestepped, his body turning with calm ease as he dodged. The movement was smooth and effortless, almost as though he had anticipated the attack long before it was launched. But the moment he dodged, the man from the Asura Race was already on the move, his two upper hands punching towards Anthony's chest with frightening precision.
