Or—I tried. The hit landed, but it was like throwing cotton at a tank. He didn't even flinch.
He only paused for a second, and when I tried to use that tiny second to free my leg, I realized he still had them firmly trapped in his hands.
His strength was insane. I could hardly move a limb.
"Please don't tell me you fight with that fist," he looked up at me like he was truly concerned. "f**k. We might really need to work on that, Rali."
Blood heated in my face. Was the son of a b***h calling me weak?
I tightened my fist and tried to punch him again, but in one smooth motion, he let go of one leg and caught my hand mid-air. His reflexes were inhuman. I barely saw him move.
Not hesitating, I used the advantage of my free leg to kick him in the shoulder—or I thought I kicked him.
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