The fist had yet to land, but the punch's force could already be felt.

"Ah!" Alan shouted, employing every bit of his lifelong training. He had realized the terrifying nature of Eric.

There were no fancy moves—Eric charged like a rampaging buffalo.

Against immense power, Alan had no choice but to block. He didn't even have the courage to counterattack—his only thought was to survive Eric's punch and then plan his retaliation.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance.

As Eric drew near, the force of his punch distorted Alan's face.

With a scream, Alan was sent flying. He landed and rolled five or six meters before stopping. As soon as he halted, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn! This young man!" exclaimed Tyson from the gate.

Hearing the fight, he had come to see if he could help. But the moment he reached the door, he saw Eric send Alan flying with a single punch.

Brook, standing nearby, swallowed hard. He hadn't seen Eric fight in a long time, but Eric was as formidabl