Chapter 144
The two men, having landed their first strikes on one another, moved their limbs while ignoring the agonizing pain.
To stop was to lose.
Knowing this full well…
Bang! Bang!
Martin Bösehaver lunged forward with all his strength, driving his fists into Khal’s abdomen and jaw.
Khal’s feet were swept from the ground as he lost momentum in an instant, but—
Boom!
Khal used it as an opportunity instead, twisting his body mid-air and kicking Martin in the neck.
Martin casually leaned back and rolled across the floor to soften the impact, immediately rising to launch his counterattack.
“…”
Despite the crowd of people swarming the area, there was no jeering, no cheering, and no shouting. No one had ever seen such a brutal, high-level duel in their lives.
Tight!
The only thing they could do was clench their fists, palms sweating, and watch the fight with bated breath.
Flash!
Khal and Martin repeatedly closed and opened the distance like a rubber band, trading blows.
Bang! Bang!
Khal marveled as he parried the fists surging toward him. ‘He’s fast at copying and applying techniques he’s seen with his own eyes.’
As time passed, Martin’s movements became more refined, and he began to overwhelm Khal.
It was fortunate that Khal hadn’t used any special techniques. Had he been reckless, they might have been seen through and countered instantly.
From the assassination techniques of the Menos Tempel to the movements of a swordsman, Martin had surely mastered them all to occupy the peak for two years.
