Chris didn't wait for Kyle to recover.
The B-Rank hunter pushed off his back foot, clearing the distance between them in a single, explosive bound.
He threw a heavy right cross.
Kyle blocked it with his thick forearm, but the impact sent a visible shockwave through the air, shaking the nearby weapon racks.
Kyle countered with a sweeping kick aimed at Chris's knees, but the potion-fueled rookie jumped over the strike, bringing both fists down like a hammer onto Kyle's broad shoulders.
The floorboards groaned under their combined weight.
What followed was a non-stop, brutal exchange of blows.
Chris was fast, his muscles working overtime as the berserker draft pushed his physical limits past anything he had ever experienced.
He took a hard punch to the jaw, spat out a mouthful of blood, and returned the favour with a brutal knee strike to Kyle's ribs.
Kyle didn't look angry anymore.
Instead, a genuine, terrifying smile stretched across his face.
