He gasped and bent forward as the pain intensified.
Zorathian had punched him.
His anger boiled and he didn't check it this time. His power roared through his veins and he threw a punch, but Zorathian just moved around him as easily as if Vacuse was a baby.
"Ah! Do you think you are something just because you have an SSS? Right now you are still weak! You're not special, you spoiled kid. You are nothing but shit!"
Vacuse took quick breath, his frustration apparent in the way his face was squeezed and his fist trembled. He had thrown more than twenty punches and none of them connected.
To him, he was fast, faster than all the others at the same Advancement Stage as him, but compared to Zorathian, it was as if he was trying to catch the wind.
"I hear you've been sleeping all this while. One fight in the hall and you're sleeping for four days. Are you sure it's not the sleeping Dragon you have?"
