"Nail Fist Technique - Straight Down Nail!"

The force of the energy was like a pillar, as thick as a forearm, which shot out from the fist and went straight for Mogas's chest.

Then...

Nothing happened.

Mogas looked down at his chest, then at Sazir not far away, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head.

Why is this person throwing a punch from that distance?

Sazir smirked and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Mogas. "Excuse me, you guys continue. I'll find another spot to fight."

"Annoying little flies!"

call!

Mogas raised his greatsword and slashed it vertically at Sazir.

Sazir felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, as if the top of his head was about to split open. A strong sense of crisis made him instinctively run towards Kro's direction.

Boom!!

The blade, gleaming coldly, slashed downwards, narrowly missing Sazir just as he moved his legs. The blade struck the ground, creating a shockwave that pushed Sazir's body aside slightly, allowing him to run even faster.

Sazir was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

That's not right! This doesn't make sense!

Mr. Crowe toyed with him like a wooden stake, making the other man seem clumsy. Yet, when it came to his side, he almost got struck dead.

If it weren't for the sudden sense of crisis, that slash would have cleaved me in two with its speed!

Mogas is slow, but that depends on who you're dealing with.

There's something called relativity.

To the naked eye, compared to Mogas, Klose's movements appear slower.

But his 'slow movements' mean that not everyone can keep up.

"Don't get in my way! You're not qualified to deal with this kind of person!" Kro glared at Sazir.

"Shall I leave?" Sazir asked.