Hive Nightclub, the eighteenth floor.
In front of the Inferior, a pile of people had already scattered to the ground.
That wasn't unexpected.
An ordinary person—or even an Illegal Spiritual Energy User, once approached closely by an Inferior, almost had no chance to resist.
No matter how thick the shield, how sturdy the Prosthetic Body... Whether it was demon-like muscles or the gigantic combat machinery piloted by the "Mechanics," none of it mattered in front of an Inferior.
Just one touch...
Yes, just a gentle touch.
He squatted down very lightly and leaned back, dodging an electrified steel whip that was swung at him.
Just like a boxer.
The Inferior moved like lightning, delivering a jab that was extremely light yet fast.
It was like playful banter between lovers, or the force used by old friends when they pat each other on the shoulder upon meeting—there was not even a sensation of pain.