"You're pretty good for a powerless brat!" The man spit on the floor. He looked at the young man's desperate eyes looking for an exit. "Think you can escape? I have D Ranked Speed Passive!" The man attacked Orik again, trading more than a few blows, Orik felt his body breaking. He finally couldn't withstand the man's hits anymore and flew back into the alley's walls. He vomited blood on the trash-ridden ground. He held his stomach and coughed uncontrollably.
