There’s no time to dodge!

All I could do was watch helplessly as the man charged forward.

I shut my eyes, bracing my body for the force of being knocked back, but an unexpected
sensation hit my body.

...I couldn’t breathe.

I opened my eyes and found the man’s hand clamped around my throat.

Ah, that’s right.

I was experiencing first-hand how those Russians had met their fate. Once Hitomoshi injected a
little more power into his fingertips, the bones in my neck would be reduced to dust.

The face of the man about to kill me displayed no bloodlust or hatred—rather, it was more like
the expression of an athlete with everything on the line giving it his all. For someone who had
been exiled as a climber, his ultimate goal must have been to conquer the precious cliff that was
human life.