"How is that possible?!"
Briggs stared up at Henry in horror.
That last punch had felt like he'd hit himself.
But he had clearly struck Henry. Why was he the one who got hurt?
"I don't believe it! I'll kill you!"
Briggs scrambled to his feet and charged again. A massive flaming greatsword appeared in his hands and came crashing down on Henry.
Bang!
The blade struck Henry dead-on.
Yet Henry remained completely unharmed, while Briggs spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed. His face was filled with shock and confusion.
"Briggs!"
The Cathay Republic delegation finally snapped out of it and rushed over to help him up.
"Go together," Briggs ordered darkly. "Kill him!"
"Well..." The other Stage SS fighters hesitated.
They had all seen what happened to Briggs. Henry hadn't even moved. It looked as if Briggs had attacked himself.
None of them wanted to make the first move against something that bizarre.
