My fist connected with Killian's chest like a meteor striking earth. The shockwave rippled through the air, and the golden energy of the Saintly Body Skill flared around my knuckles before dispersing in an explosive wave. Killian's eyes widened in disbelief as he flew backward, his body crashing through the brick wall behind him.
"Impossible," he gasped, blood spraying from his mouth as he struggled to rise from the debris. "How can an Inner Strength Master possess such power?"
I advanced toward him, the golden aura of the Saintly Body Skill illuminating the alley with an ethereal glow. Every step felt like I was moving through molasses—the technique was draining my energy at an alarming rate, but I couldn't let Killian see my weakness.
"You made a critical mistake," I said, my voice steady despite the fire burning through my muscles. "You assumed you knew everything about me."
