He sent me flying with a mere punch without any magic power, but only pure strength. I couldn’t understand how. The pain sweeping through my body couldn’t convince me of that fact.

How?

I learned to not arrogantly let my guard down after my first encounter with him. I investigated him thoroughly. He was only a sharpshooter from what I saw with my own eyes and from what others knew. I couldn’t sense the state of magic power from him that distinguished a master from a rookie. It didn’t look like he practiced any special techniques either.

That should be the case, so what the hell is this?

Such a thought flashed across my mind as his punch broke my armor and sent me flying. However, even that thought didn’t last long. He appeared from the thick cloud and caught up to my body in flight.

“I told you last time.”

His coarse hand clutched my face and stopped my body. I saw him through the gap between his fingers. His icy glare weighed heavily on my mind and body. Soon, a low whisper rang in my ears.

“That I’ll kill you if I ever see you.”

His voice filled my head and his grip felt like it would crush me. I tried to raise a hand, but my body wouldn’t move.

“That it’ll be the same inside and outside the tower.”

His lips curved into a cold smile and my heart stopped for a moment.

“Why didn’t you listen?”

Immediately, he smashed me into the ground. My body felt like it shattered, but this was only the beginning. His combat technique lacked individuality and fundamentals. He simply pulled me off...