68 A moment of Instinct and Leaving Traces

"Mhhm! Mhmm!"

"You annoying fly. You aren't getting away this time!"

Gripping this mouth even tighter than before, he raised him high from the ground while the man was flailing to get away from this cold grip.

Danzel brought the man high enough until the shadows from the man's leg slowly got ripped off.

This action looked similar to how you would uproot the weed from your garden.

The man's face took a turn for the worse with this face becoming blue.

Being in the process of suffocation. The moment the armored mercenary loosens this grip. He felt buoyant about this situation.

But soon this hope was crushed.

Letting this grip go, Danzel putting this whole strength in this fist. He showed a punch in the cloaked man's face with this steel glove.

The fist that had the strength of a normal adult man swinging a sludge hammer with this whole strength sent the young man flying towards the wall.

*Cracked!

"Gaaah!"