DAWN OF THE COSMOS

Chapter 70 - Fiendlow

"Tsk. They've exhausted all my clones. Those bastards."

Fiendlow surveyed the scene, his lips curling into a wry smile.

Vladimir was bent over, hands on his knees, his chest heaving like a bellows.

Sweat dripped from his hair and stained his ragged shirt.

The bruises on his arms and face stood out like dark splotches against his pale skin. He could barely keep his balance, swaying with each laboured breath.

"Not looking so good, are you?" Fiendlow teased, his voice laced with mock concern.

He was relaxed, his stance casual, but his eyes never left Vladimir, watching every move he made.

"Huff... Huff..." Vladimir's response was little more than heavy breathing.

He was struggling just to stand, let alone mount any kind of offence.

Despite his best efforts, Fiendlow had avoided every attack he'd thrown for the past fifteen minutes, moving with the fluidity of a dancer.

"Fiendlow's Elbow!" Fiendlow shouted as he dodged a sluggish punch from Vladimir, spinning on his heel to deliver