As Mackay cursed and scanned the room for Adrian, a sudden gust of wind swept from behind him. Then, a fist struck his right shoulder with incredible force.

Crack!

Mackay’s bone snapped as he was sent flying into the opposite wall. The Golden Baboon Blade clattered to the floor.

"You're not as fast as they say," Adrian remarked.

Mackay struggled to his feet, his right arm hanging limp and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Though the loss of his arm was a significant blow, it was Adrian's words that truly devastated him. Adrian had outclassed him in the speed he had prided himself on.

Mackay's eyes lost their luster, replaced by a haze of despair. Adrian had shattered his spirit. Mackay believed that even if he failed in his assassination attempt, he could easily escape using his speed. But now, it was clear Adrian was far faster. What baffled him even more was how Adrian managed to move silently in this sealed room. He hadn't felt a thing before Adrian's fist landed on