"I think I need an OP-rank essence soon," Aaron grumbled, half to himself.
Steeling his resolve, he decided to fall back on something simpler.
Something primal.
Nothing beat a good old-fashioned brawl, man against woman, fist against fist, no fancy tricks.
Maximizing every ounce of his enhanced physique, Aaron vanished from sight and reappeared directly behind her in a blur of shadow and flame.
His fist rocketed toward the back of her head with bone-shattering force.
She countered without even turning.
A casual twist of her wrist neutralized the blow completely, redirecting his momentum like water flowing around stone.
Before he could recover, her counterpunch slammed into his chest.
The impact sent him flying backward.
Aaron crashed through shattered stone and floating debris, coughing up a mouthful of blood as several ribs cracked audibly.
He hit the ground hard, skidding across the cracked floor.
