Rumble—!

The walls behind Ihan collapsed with a deafening roar, but he didn’t even spare them a glance.

It didn’t matter if the walls fell or if the mountains crumbled—

The only thing that mattered right now was the superhuman in front of him.

There was no room for distractions.

Ihan loosened up his body.

Tuk. Tuduk.

He bounced lightly, almost like he was stepping in rhythm, testing his movements.

There wasn’t a single visible injury on his body.

Even after being slammed into a wall like that—

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“Goddamn, that stings.”

—the spot where he got flicked on the forehead.

Somehow, that hurt more than being smashed into the wall.

“What kind of monster are you?”

“That’s not a monster—that’s a superhuman.”

“…Right. A superhuman that makes monsters look weak.”

“Enough complaining. Are you just going to whine all day?”

“As if.”

Tuk.

Ihan finished stretching, his eyes locking onto Baltar.

The gaze of a predator locked onto its prey.

But no matter how much he observed—

‘Of course. No openings.’

There wasn’t a single gap in Baltar’s stance.

And even if there was, it was probably a trap.

So—

‘Screw looking for an opening.’

Instead of waiting for a weakness—

He’d force one open.

Fwoom!

Ihan launched himself forward.

His legs coiled and exploded with force, accelerating like a missile.

The sheer speed of his charge rivaled that of a cheetah—

And his sheer impact matched that of a war machine.

The ground shattered beneath him as his body rocketed forward.

This wasn’t a technique meant to be used on humans.

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