Chapter 941 Good To Be Alive
Bam!
Initially convinced his kick would surely find its target, Berthold was taken aback when Donald
unexpectedly blocked the strike.
Recovering swiftly, Berthold promptly followed up with another punch.
Bam!
Donald managed to block it again!
A sense of dread engulfed Berthold''s heart, an immediate realization dawning upon him that
something was awry.
How is this possible? His movements seemed so slow. How could he manage to parry my own
strikes twice in session?
Perplexed by the situation, Berthold refrained from hastilyunching yet another assault. Instead, he
opted to create some space between himself and Donald.
Having failed to connect with his attacks twice, it became evident that Donald''s reflexes far
surpassed Berthold''s initial estimations.
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In such a situation, Berthold recognized that swiftness alone wouldn''t suffice for victory, as if he
were contending with an ordinary individual. Instead, he had to employ more strategies to ovee
Donald''s defenses.
Consequently, at this juncture, Berthold observed Donald intently, endeavoring to discern any
vulnerabilities that might be exploited.
Ironically, ignorance was bliss. Upon closer examination of his opponent, Berthold found himself
grappling with existential contemtions.
Confronting his own exceedingly aggressive and potent kickboxing technique, he was astounded to
witness Donald adopting a boxing stance.
A sense of belittlement suddenly washed over Berthold. He addressed Donald in a resolute tone,
“Are you intending tobat me with boxing?”
Donald replied with nonchnce, “Boxing is more than sufficient for our encounter. I fear that
employing Freeform Fist might result in your demise.”
Arrogant! This kid is way too arrogant! While uncertain about the source of Donald''s audacity to
converse in such a manner, Berthold exercised caution, opting to activate his forcefield at that very
instant.
The moment Berthold''s force field materialized, Donald promptly detected that something was
amiss.
Although they both appeared to be adapting their movements, Donald discerned a noticeable
eleration in Berthold''s pace.
Is it my own illusion, or has he really quickened his pace under the influence of the force field?
In the midst of Donald''s perplexity, Berthold executed yet another whip-like kick, targeting Donald''s
head.
Reacting instinctively, Donald lifted his hand for defense. However, just as he was poised to
effectively repel the impending strike, Berthold''s leg abruptly contorted mid-air, altering its trajectory
to directly target Donald''s lower leg.
The velocity of Berthold''s deceptive kick proved overwhelmingly swift. To such an extent that
Donaldcked the time to reblock it, ultimately sumbing to the full impact of the leg whip.
Without giving Donald a chance to adjust, Berthold executed yet another move—a flying knee
directed squarely at Donald''s face.
Should Donald bear the brunt of this flying knee, he would inevitably be confronted with another
onught of Berthold''sbination punches.
Fortunately, Berthold''s assault was swift, and Donald''s response time proved equally agile.
Upon realizing that Berthold could continuously change direction and tactics in mid-air, Donald
chose not to exert hisplete strength during each block. Instead, he conserved energy to
counteract Berthold''s capricious maneuvers.
The twobatants seemed to have engaged their elerators in unison, their exchange of
attacks and defenses transpiring at a speed so rapid that observers struggled to keep pace with
their eyes.
Ultimately, after more than three minutes of unbrokenbat, the two of them separated,
maintaining a distance from one another.
Sporting a derisive countenance, Berthold addressed Donald with a taunting tone, “What happened
to your boxing? Seems like it''s lost its efficacy.”
Berthold''s confidence was well-founded. Inside his established force field, Berthold''s attack potency
and nimbleness were substantially heightened. What''s more, he could harness his mental power to
anchor himself twice.
He appeared to be soaring in the air, clearly without any anchorage. Yet, at his volition, he could
modify his trajectory mid-flight as though propelled by an invisible force or intensify his offensive
velocity.
Berthold''s tactics exuded an element of unpredictability that rendered defense an arduous task.
This was also why he could be a divine-stage Octo Ste Warrior, predicated solely on his
physical prowess.
Donald flexed his wrist with a fluid motion, expelling a sigh as he remarked, “Isn''t it good to be
alive? Why insist on courting death by provoking me? Since you''re so eager for a beating, then by
all means, make your move.”