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Power Figure

Astaroth rapidly scanned his opponent, trying to get a good gauge of who he was up against.

Clide Bergar / Adventuring Instructor

Level: 62

Grade: Elite

Race: Human

Class: Battle Master

HP: 231'450/231'450

When Astaroth saw the amount of HP the man had, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

'So tough.'

That was the moment Clide dashed at him, sending his fist forward on a collision course to Astaroth's face. Astaroth barely had enough time to duck out of the way, but wasn't out of the woods.

A knee was rapidly rising toward his stomach, and he wouldn't have time to jump back. He did the only other thing he could, bringing his arms up in a cross in front of his midsection.

The knee hit his arms like a runaway train, sending him sliding back many meters, with the front arm broken from the strength of the blow.

'Shit!' Astaroth cursed in his mind.

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