Luca could feel his face burning hotly. He distinctly sensed that Steven had held back when the latter kicked him. But as Walter's bodyguard, he was beyond mortified, especially when a crowd was watching. Right then, he would rather be beaten to death than admit defeat.
After all, martial artists regarded their dignity as of far greater import than their lives. If I were to admit defeat today, my reputation would be thereby tarnished! Not only will I be unable to survive in this circle in the future, but Walter will also probably terminate my services!
“You don't have to hold back, Steven. I don't mind dying today, but I can't lose!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned bright red, and his body started swelling.
“Storm Fist!”
Following that bellow, his body seemingly deflated in the blink of an eye and returned to normal. However, his body flew out like a cannonball.
Steven frowned and snapped, “It looks like you're not going to give up unless I use my ultimate technique!”
He crouched slightly, upon which the marble floor under his feet promptly cracked, and his clothes billowed though there was no wind.
“Here I come!”
Luca's eyes started turning scarlet, and he struck the man hard.
Boom!
The earth-splitting sound sounded just like thunder, causing everyone to cover their ears at once.
Steven remained unmoved, his body as still as a statue. In other words, the blow hadn't hurt him in the slightest.
Luca was nonplussed, but his fists then started raining down on the man in the next moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“That's about enough!” Right after saying that, Steven threw his fist out.
The two men's fists collided. Luca flew out, slamming heavily on the ground, unable to get to his feet for some time.
“What?”
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