One punch...
Two punches...
Three punches...
His fists, like steel hammers, swung out again and again, each blow accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. Even a Transcendent of Sequence 5 would fall unconscious and lay on the ground, unmoving after such violent strikes.
Looking at the security guard lying on the ground, the male student's face was flushed red, sweat trickling down his forehead. He stepped forward, ready to deliver a few more blows to ensure the other party wouldn't stand up again.
"Stop it, the security guard is just doing his job," a voice from the surrounding crowd called out, jolting him to his senses.
That's right, why was he being so impulsive? The fiery rage that had clouded his mind cooled swiftly, and the thought of potentially paying a huge sum in medical expenses made him panic all over again.
Turning around, the male student saw the man who was about to flee. He rushed over, dragged him out of the crowd, and threw him to the ground once more.
