Chapter 691

Along with the excruciating pain came a murderous intent that burned like wildfire in the robed man's chest. Michael's punch had ignited every ounce of fury within him. Meanwhile, Michael didn't stop after landing his initial punch. After landing, he followed up with another equally fierce punch. This time, the robed man was ready. He dodged with a roll, picked up some loose dirt from the ground as he did, and flung it straight at Michael. A gust of wind carried the dirt, scattering it across Michael's face and body. Dirt clung to his lashes and hair, momentarily blinding him. The robed man let out a low, menacing laugh. Seizing the opening, he lunged with a blade aimed straight at Michael. But despite being temporarily blinded, Michael relied on his heightened senses. He could track the robed man's movements by the shift of air and the faint sound of his footsteps. The sound of metal hitting the ground rang out as the blade fell to the floor. Michael's iron grip clamped down on