Terry staggered back from the impact, his heavy stomps leaving footprints on the solid ground.
By the time he managed to stabilize himself, his face was completely pale, despite his rapid heartbeat. Sweat had formed on his forehead, and the edges of his shirt were frayed. There was even blood dripping from his fist.
What a miserable sight.
“What?”
The crowd had been stunned into silence. None of them could have imagined that Terry might be at a disadvantage when it came to physical fights.
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