"Show me your strength," Bill said as he quickly got off his dog's back.
Now, everyone could finally see what Bill looked like—he was pretty short. Maybe that's why he always rode his dog, to hide his height.
He smirked while staring at Hector.
"I guess I don't need to fight you head-on. You're blind anyway, right?"
He turned to his pet and gave a command to his pet.
"Go ahead, Six."
Without hesitation, the grey dog lunged at Hector, who still stood silently.
Hector barely moved. He just tightened his grip on his cane and kept his eyes on the dog.
Everyone was watching. No one dared to look away.
"That dog seems pretty huge. Its pressure points are glowing like crazy," Hector said, stepping back slowly. He took a breath, preparing to dodge.
The dog seemed to sense it. It changed direction mid-leap, swinging its long claws before Hector could slip away.
