"Putting on an act, are we? Whether I can take you or not, we'll find out once we try," Nate sneered.
He raised his hand again, bringing down a second punch with a whistle of wind. The power behind it was even heavier than the first, clearly aiming to crush his opponent with pure brute force.
As a Descendant, his physical traits were vastly superior to the likes of Suzy.
Not only was he immune to the pain and trauma of bullets, but his strength was several times that of an ordinary human.
In Nate's eyes, he held the absolute upper hand—what was Mark compared to him?
"One punch from me will smash your head to pieces," Nate grinned wickedly.
"Let's see you try, then," Mark replied, his tone remaining dead calm.
He didn't attempt to take Nate's fist head-on. Sidestepping to the side, the fist brushed past his shoulder, the sheer air pressure rustling the hem of his clothes.
