Rumbleâ!
The walls behind Ihan collapsed with a deafening roar, but he didnât even spare them a glance.
It didnât matter if the walls fell or if the mountains crumbledâ
The only thing that mattered right now was the superhuman in front of him.
There was no room for distractions.
Ihan loosened up his body.
Tuk. Tuduk.
He bounced lightly, almost like he was stepping in rhythm, testing his movements.
There wasnât a single visible injury on his body.
Even after being slammed into a wall like thatâ
The only real damage wasâ
âGoddamn, that stings.â
âthe spot where he got flicked on the forehead.
Somehow, that hurt more than being smashed into the wall.
âWhat kind of monster are you?â
âThatâs not a monsterâthatâs a superhuman.â
ââ¦Right. A superhuman that makes monsters look weak.â
âEnough complaining. Are you just going to whine all day?â
âAs if.â
Tuk.
Ihan finished stretching, his eyes locking onto Baltar.
The gaze of a predator locked onto its prey.
But no matter how much he observedâ
âOf course. No openings.â
There wasnât a single gap in Baltarâs stance.
And even if there was, it was probably a trap.
Soâ
âScrew looking for an opening.â
Instead of waiting for a weaknessâ
Heâd force one open.
Fwoom!
Ihan launched himself forward.
His legs coiled and exploded with force, accelerating like a missile.
The sheer speed of his charge rivaled that of a cheetahâ
And his sheer impact matched that of a war machine.
The ground shattered beneath him as his body rocketed forward.
This wasnât a technique meant to be used on humans.