Sebas - Punch Fast

“Why you—!” The leader got red in the face, balled up his fists—and crumpled to the ground.

Many of the surrounding people were shocked—including the other four men.

What Sebas had done was simple. He’d made a fist, struck the man’s jaw with pinpoint precision—at a speed on the very edge of human perception—and rattled his brain with a high-velocity hit. He could throw punches faster than humans could perceive, but if he did that he wouldn’t be able to scare anyone, so he’d held back.

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He had a stocky body, bulky muscles, and a violent temperament that wouldn’t hesitate to shed blood. If he hit the older man, he could easily send him flying. The people around them who realized this released faint screams at the thought of the tragedy about to befall the old man.

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That momentary distraction meant he lost his chance to stop the violence. The man balled up his fists—and collapsed.

Surprised voices sounded all around Climb.

The old man had made a fist and whacked the drunk’s jaw with terrifying accuracy—at quite a high speed. It was a punch that even Climb, who had trained his eyes to follow fast movements, could only just make out.

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Volume 5, Chapter 4.2