Rise of the Strongest Soul Mage

Shadow Mage

Sora's bruises had started to heal, but his body still ached all over and the blood clot in his eye remained thick. He still couldn't believe a woman as soft looking as Z could pack such heavy punches. Z stood at least three inches shorter than Sora did, with a slightly curvy, toned olive frame which came from years of training hard and staying active.

Z was beautiful in every sense of the word, from her slim figure, to her mannerisms, to how she flicked her ginger hair with so much confidence and she used all her charm to her advantage. Her punches however, weren't beautiful on her victims. She had only punched him with her hands and he ached this much, he would probably need to visit the infirmary if she punched with energy.

He stood in front of his mirror examining his bruises as he ran his hands over the purplish spots on his sides then entire torso. He noticed the muscles that had started to form around his arms and body. His body was s