Sebas - Zero vs. Brain

For starters, it even sounded different. Despite it being sword against fist, the sounds ringing out were metallic. And they just didn’t stop. The endless clash of katana and fist made him wonder how they were finding time to breathe.

Zero especially caught his eye.

His punches were carving out pieces of the wall. With smooth movements like shaving off soft clay, he was leaving ruts in it.

“Whoa, whoa...I heard the fists of a first-rate monk were like iron, but his are harder than that. Mythril... no, orichalcum?” The thief standing next to him saw the same thing he did and grumbled in astonishment.

After a minute of fighting, during which Climb would have been easily killed, neither of them had so much as a scratch. It was for precisely that reason that Zero’s expression registered respect.

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Volume 6, Chapter 8.3