"Nngh!" Zain, luckily, was a strong and powerful marshal. With the immense strength he had developed in his heavily trained body, he managed to stand up once more.
Nonetheless, the alarming impact he suffered had injured his body badly. When he stood up, his throat felt a gush of sweet liquid and he vomited blood. His face turned pale.
"How is this possible?!" The two guards were expecting to see Fane beaten into a pulp. They were not, however, ready to see Zain flying through the air with just Fane's punch, while he stood unharmed. It was as though nothing happened to Fane; he stood perfectly still.
"I—Impossible! Aren't y—you a commander?!” Zain shook his head, utterly shocked at the turnout of events.
Fane had on a menacing smirk, and he rushed at Zain like a bolt of lightning.
"This isn’t good!” Zain had raised one fist when Fane caught it. Fane's other free hand grabbed onto his neck-effectively choking him—and he lifted him off of the ground in that hold.
"Graahh!" Fane roared before smashing Zain against the floor with all his might.
Bang!
The sound echoed through the air and dust from the floor rose into clouds. Zain's eyes went wide in fear as blood oozed from the back of his head.
"Y—You're not a commander... Who...who are you?" Zain spoke breathlessly. Kicking his legs weakly for the last time, he perished.
Those two bodyguards looked at each other, turned around, and were about to run away. "Aah!"
Fane then stood up, with two bricks at hand.
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