CHAPTER 10
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2025-10-19 22:14:10

The small circle of onlookers held their breath, hearts pounding in unison.

Every eye was glued to the two men. Every muscle tensed, waiting for the first clash.

Dairan’s fist shot forward like a cannonball, aimed straight at Zarek’s head. The force of it sliced through the air.

Whoosh.

Zarek didn’t flinch. He didn’t step back. He simply bent at the waist, ducking under the punch with effortless grace.

Heads turned. Jaws dropped. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Zarek straightened almost lazily, his left hand sliding into his pocket as if he hadn’t just dodged a blow powerful enough to shatter bones.

Dairan froze mid-swing, disbelief flashing across his face.

“He… he just—he ducked my punch!” he muttered under his breath.

Zarek said nothing. He just straightened fully, eyes fixed on Dairan’s fist.

“Was that supposed to be the strong punch that kills people?”

Rage flared in Dairan’s eyes.

He lashed out again, fists flying with blinding speed, striking for Zarek’s head and t
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