Chapter 77

Sam wiped the corner of his injured lip, blood staining his palm, though not much. His jaw was slightly stiff, but he didn't care too much. As long as he hadn't defeated this opponent who still looked at him with contempt, Sam wouldn't fall. He would keep pressing until this man was completely destroyed in his hands.

"Is that all?" Sam asked, stepping closer. The opponent stumbled slightly after the blow he had received earlier. How could he not? Before, Sam had pummeled him as if he didn't allow the man to catch his breath. Continuously. Without pause. Without mercy. And without caring if his opponent was already beaten to a pulp.

His anger had reached its peak.

"Damn it!" Joseph muttered softly, trying to alleviate the throbbing in his head. The heavy blow from Sam had made him a bit dizzy.

Hand-to-hand combat was no issue for Joseph, but unfortunately, he overlooked one fact: Sam was a true fighter. He wouldn't let his opponent take a leisurely breath. Alt