Boom! Howard Lambert was once again sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through over a dozen foundation walls before finally rolling over a dozen times upon hitting the ground with a loud thud.
At this moment, Howard's body was covered in blood, with multiple muscles burst and his battle armor shattered.
But with a slight push of his palm against the ground, Howard stood up again, his body shrouded in a thick fog of blood, his face smeared in it, looking like a monster driven mad by frenzy.
"It's not enough, not yet. I still have one more battle to fight with him; how could I possibly die here today?"
Thinking of Jack Clark's increasingly distant back, and the battle he had promised with that guy, Howard felt overwhelmed by a strong will to survive and an unwillingness to give up.
How could he die here?
He was Howard Lambert, the man destined to be invincible, who had promised a battle with that fellow destined to become a god.
