It was only a single punch!0

As agreed before the fight began, Cassius had allowed Krog three full moves. The instant those three moves ended, he unleashed a single counter punch.0

Butcher Krog had been defeated by a straightforward, unadorned strength. It was an undeniable, crushing force that displayed the enormous gap between the two of them.0

At the edge of the martial hall, Krog pressed his right hand heavily against the handle of the pitch-black butcher's blade. He could not help a feeling of helpless resignation. If he had still been in his prime, the outcome might have remained uncertain.0

He paused slightly, suddenly realizing he had unconsciously begun comparing Cassius's strength to his own prime level. This was an unconscious acknowledgment of Cassius's prowess. Simply put, Butcher Krog had been subdued by that fist.0

Not far away, the tall figure on the platform stepped forward, one measured stride at a time. With his back to the sunlight, the dark silhouette around his neck and shoulders appeared even more rugged and powerful, emphasizing his strong, inverted-triangle physique. It was a nearly perfect body.0

All five spectators, including Herb, regarded him with a trace of astonishment. Herb had always known that Cassius was no weakling and that he concealed a mysterious trump card. However, he had never expected to witness what had unfolded today.0

He had assumed...0