Chapter 425 The Vanishing Brutal Strength

• With a sharp swoosh, the native was sent flying by Cyrus Nikolaou’s punch and crashed to the ground.
• But the next second, the dark-skinned man sprang up again. Even with that blow to the chest, he seemed unfazed and charged straight at Cyrus. His speed and power were wild—easily at the level of a blood-stage martial artist.
• Cyrus frowned, dropped low, and swept his leg. The man went down hard.