[Alarm; 5:00 AM]
Soren jolted awake. He waved a hand to turn off the alarm.
He stretched, his body feeling the echoes of the attack that led to his death.
Soren had gotten stronger. Strong enough to face those king eldritch creatures from the body of Big Mama, and yet, he had never received an attack so focused on causing him maximum damage.
With what he knew, attacks were like dropping a stone in a pond.
The water always rippled.
Even the clap hand-to-hand combat technique was no different.
This was the reason throwing a punch against a stone wall usually created webbed cracks outward.
But that attack.
The kick had been so focused that Soren felt like all its force had been contained within his body.
My opponent is an expert.
But that was not all. He remembered the thick drop of blood that fell when he attacked with his dagger.
That looked more like thick red paste.
How could a normal person survive with blood that is like paste?
