Chapter 78

I felt the wind behind his punch as I moved away. That confirms who I think it is. I’m definitely not holding back. We clashed our fist and moved two steps back from the power behind the punch. We both looked at each other in surprise.

“I’ve never met anyone that didn’t fly across the room when meeting my punch with him except Hale,” the man, who I’m assuming is Damon, said. “You are strong. That is rare to see these days.”

“Or maybe you are old now, and your punch is not really as strong as you think anymore” I retorted. “Maybe you are just getting old, old man.” It was a lie. He might be old, but he obviously still kept up with his training.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “I’d like to know who I’m about to kill for thinking he's better just because he’s younger.”

“I’m sorry. I was raised to never share my name with strangers.” Jason shrugged.

“Then I better do you the courtesy of telling you in whose hands your life will end.” the man smiled. Unbothered by my blatant disrespect. “Nam