"The power of Azazel? What kind of power is that?"
Aaron moved one step ahead. In the blink of an eye, the young man's form was already standing before Elvan.
Elvan gasped; he tried to jump behind to avoid Aaron. But, Aaron's great strength made Elvan unable to dodge.
Aaron's left hand reached out, pulling Elvan's body, who tried to avoid him. His palm gripped Elvan's neck firmly, choking him with his black eyes staring forward.
"Let me go, goddammit!" snapped Elvan, rebelling.
"You killed my friend, hurt Isabella, and humiliated her. I will not let you go," Aaron replied, his voice echoing over Elvan's noise.
With a powerful fist-palm strike, Aaron crushed Elvan's neck, and his head was violently severed. His body and head fell with blood splattering on the ground in that place. It was a pretty horrible sight, according to Isabella.