The Dark Fist

Out of nowhere, without a wound visible on his face, the young man suddenly got up from the floor, before making his way back towards the guild master. His hand was curled into a fist and stretched back as he did so.

The guild master was a battle maniac, so seeing this caused him to feel a rush of adrenaline along with excitement. 

"Now it's your turn. Come at me, I won't run or dodge." Said the guild master with a joyful look

"H-Hey, he's not serious right? He's really telling a blind man to hit him?"

"I mean, how's he going to hit what he can't see? And how is he still standing after getting knocked that hard?!"

"But is he really blind though? He's been moving around quiet easily and it doesn't look like he's using his staff to do it…"