Doncard staggered back, clutching his nose in shock. He had timed his attack perfectly—he’d seen Kaor coming and swung at just the right moment. But then, Kaor had vanished from his sight, only to reappear and land a clean punch on his nose, drawing blood.

‘What…? Did he suddenly get stronger? Strong enough to slip out of my sight?’

It didn’t make sense. He felt as though he were fighting a ghost.

Brushing it off as a fluke, Doncard went back on the offensive. But each time he lunged, Kaor deftly sidestepped and countered. Whenever Doncard tried to dodge, Kaor …