100 Despair [2]

5 minutes went by.

One after another, I threw a punch from the left, followed by a kick from the right, and finished with a knee thrust toward Quinn's abdomen. 

However, he skillfully predicted my movements and dodged them with ease, ready to make his own counters.

Despite his agility, Quinn couldn't seem to gain the upper hand, and every so often, he would slip up and fail to dodge my attacks.

This was one of those times.

I balled my left fist, enforced it with mana, and threw it straight at Quinn's solar plexus. 

However, he must've anticipated that move since he quickly twisted his body to the side and evaded it.

Unbeknownst to him, it was a feint. If he had been in top condition, he would've seen it.

I straightened my right palm like a sword and thrust at Quinn's throat, hitting him directly in his Adam's Apple.

Thwack—!

"Khuuk!!"

Thwooom—!!