Arya barely had time to react as the C-rank attacker lunged at him again. This time, the force behind the strike was far greater than before. Even after sustaining an injury, his strength hadn't diminished—instead, it had surged.
Arya raised his arms to block, but the impact was overwhelming. A sharp pain shot through his bones as he was sent flying backward. His body slammed into the hard stone wall with a sickening thud before he crashed onto the ground. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for breath. His fingers trembled as he pushed himself up, his mind racing.
"His power… it's increased? No, this isn't normal. Even after taking damage, he's attacking with even more force than before."
He wiped the blood from his lips, his vision slightly blurred. If this continued, he wouldn't stand a chance. Running wasn't an option—the opponent was too fast, and he was already injured. The next direct hit could kill him. His only option was to strike first.
