The Pure Realm Of Cultivator!

maybe this is a way to become a much better thing

What appeared was something incredibly unbelievable, a sword that had strong components could be broken using just bare hands.

Dash...

Zeion's strikes didn't stop until landing on the man's face, splattering blood into the air.

"How could this kid manage to do that?"

It was enough to astonish Zeion; the punch he delivered still kept the man conscious.

Blood relentlessly streamed from the nose, several teeth shattered, accompanied by an unbearable throbbing pain.

At first glance, Zeion sensed that the man possessed a flow of energy typically used in combat, but its level was too weak.

With remaining strength, the man tried to stand again, not to resist, but hoping to escape from there at this distance.

In a staggering state, he continued running away.

"I must survive..."

Whoosh