Another kick sent the young man flying four or five meters away, crashing heavily against the outer wall of the cabin, sticking to it as if glued, pausing for a little over a second before slowly sliding off.
This all seemed complicated but actually happened in less than a second.
To outsiders, Brian seemed to have activated a speed hack. With every move of his arms and legs, only afterimages remained, too fast for the naked eye to catch the actual movements.
Looking at the young man who couldn't get up from the ground, Brian was somewhat speechless, "In my past life, I fought against Japan every day in front of the computer, and now in this life, I'm clashing with you guys again, huh? I just took care of a batch of you bastards yesterday, and today it's you guys again?"
