Chapter 941 Good To Be Alive

Bam!

Initially convinced his kick would surely find its target, Berthold was taken aback when Donald unexpectedly blocked the strike.

Recovering swiftly, Berthold promptly followed up with another punch.

Bam!

Donald managed to block it again!

A sense of dread engulfed Berthold's heart, an immediate realization dawning upon him that something was awry.

How is this possible? His movements seemed so slow. How could he manage to parry my own strikes twice in succession?

Perplexed by the situation, Berthold refrained from hastily launching yet another assault. Instead, he opted to create some space between himself and Donald.

Having failed to connect with his attacks twice, it became evident that Donald's reflexes far surpassed Berthold's initial estimations.

were contending with an ordinary individual. Instead, he had to

juncture, Berthold observed Donald intently, endeavoring

his opponent, Berthold found himself grappling with existential

he was astounded to witness

of belittlement suddenly washed over Berthold. He addressed Donald in a resolute tone, “Are you intending

with nonchalance, “Boxing is more than sufficient for our encounter. I fear that employing Freeform Fist might result in your

Donald's audacity to converse in such a manner, Berthold exercised caution, opting to activate

Berthold's force field materialized, Donald promptly detected that something

both appeared to be adapting their movements,

quickened his

executed yet

for defense. However, just as he was poised to effectively repel the impending strike, Berthold's leg abruptly contorted mid-air, altering its trajectory to directly target Donald's lower

an extent that Donald lacked the time to reblock it, ultimately succumbing to the

a chance to adjust, Berthold executed yet another move—a flying

knee, he would inevitably be confronted

and

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