Hunter didn't know what to believe, but he wanted to vent his frustration, and he didn't hold back his punch.
Ian skidded backward from the force of the blow, a sharp pain shooting through his stomach as two of his ribs cracked inward.
The shadow guards were shocked, wondering why Hunter had punched Ian so hard.
That single blow would have shattered all the bones in their bodies, yet Ian merely let out a gasp of pain.
'Those with dragon physiques are truly monstrous.'
Ian straightened up and massaged his stomach with a grimace.
"Are you feeling better now? That punch really cracked two of my ribs," Ian muttered in a neutral voice, as though he were discussing the weather.
Hunter flexed his fist, feeling much better after venting some of his frustration.
"Haa... I feel so relieved now. But it's still not over. You owe me two months of weapon training."
Hunter paused when he noticed Ian's stunned expression.
