“Aargh, what did you—!” I grabbed onto both his arms as I yelled. 0

His expression contorted fiercely. “This fucking punk! You’re just asking for it!”0

As soon as I strengthened my grip on him, his face began turning pale.0

“W-wait a min—!”0

“No.”0

Craaack!0

Along with the muffled scream, his arm was crushed! I was so shocked by it that I inadvertently let go at the same time.0

Like a wrung rag, blood streamed out of his crushed arm and onto the floor, creating a giant puddle. He wasn't lying when he said he was a B-rank Hunter. Despite that level of injury, this bastard was still standing.0

“You fucking bastard!” 0

With bloodshot eyes, he glared at me, swinging his uninjured fist. He moved with the speed of a bullet, tearing the air. Briefly, I wondered if he was even hurt at all.0

“Gasp!” 0

I reflexively raised my arms and curled my body up like a tortoise, but it was no use.0

Like a trained sparring athlete, the bastard changed the trajectory of his punch, aiming for the gap between my arms. His fist struck me like an awl.0

I didn’t fail to see it. He flashed me a smug grin.0

Craaack!0

A sharp crack of bone breaking to pieces—except...0