Zarek twisted his body at the last second, narrowly dodging the incoming fist.
He countered with a punch of his own, landing a solid blow to the shirtless man's cheek.
Bang!
The man was sent flying through the air and crashed into the wall.
Dust billowed out, cloaking the surroundings and impairing everyone's vision.
Zarek took a deep breath, his mind growing calm and focused.
Poised in a fighting stance, he was ready to unleash hell at a moment's notice.
Although his body wasn't yet accustomed to combat, he possessed the memories of others, along with the title
Gang Reyond, however, couldn't obtain this title, as his dantian hadn't been forged through his own effort, it had formed on its own.
The title was straightforward: it granted Zarek an instinctive understanding of martial arts, greatly enhancing his combat ability.
