The entire process took two seconds.
During those two seconds, Hark stood three feet in front of her, his fist suspended in midair, watching helplessly as she drank the potion.
"You!"
A trace of absurdity entered Hark's voice.
"All done. You can continue."
Holly put the empty bottle back at her waist, placed her hand on the sword case, and nodded at him.
Hark did not hesitate again.
His fist wind tore through the air. The ground along its path was carved open into deep trenches by the violent force, and shattered stones exploded to both sides.
This punch could pierce through a mountain.
Holly did not dodge.
Her hand rested on the sword case.
When the fist was only three inches away from the tip of her nose, the lid of the case snapped open.
Fast.
So fast that Hark did not even see how the sword was drawn.
He only saw a ray of light leak out from the gap of the sword case when the lid opened.
Then the entire world turned pure white.
There was no pain.
No collision.
