Everyone’s eyes fell on Zero. He repeated himself, declaring that this imprint was made by a fist.
“A fist huh… that’s amazing~.”
“—Foolish. This is nothing.”
He cut off the woman’s admiration and, collecting his breath, Zero stabbed the door with his fist. His hand became lodged in the door as if it was ripping through paper. As Zero slowly pulled out his fist, leaving behind a same hole as the one that Sebas had made.
Looking dumb-founded, the lean man opened his mouth.
“You can’t really use the boss as a comparison… Well, the enemy had enough skill to pierce through a steel reinforced door and defeat Succulent, even if he’s the weakest among the Six Arms. I’m guessing we should consider him to be a formidable foe, right?”
“What nonsense. Just because that guy lost doesn’t mean that his opponent was strong.”