"Damn it! Is he even human or some kind of ghost?!"
After crashing through more than a dozen towering trees, Alan's momentum finally came to a halt. He coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, and then struggled to his feet with the support of his sword.
The moment he rose, the shadowy figure appeared once more, this time rushing straight at Alan with terrifying speed and precision. Without a word, the figure threw a punch aimed squarely at Alan's temple.
It was a ruthless strike, clearly meant to kill. If it connected, Alan would either be crippled for life or killed on the spot. There was no room for mercy in this attack.
Naturally, Alan wasn't about to let himself be slaughtered so easily. Even if he couldn't win, he'd resist with everything he had. If nothing else, he'd make the enemy pay for every drop of blood.
"GET LOST!"
