Chapter 6

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"LET GO OF MY DAUGHTER!"

BOOOM

A massive fist landed on Igor's chest, sending him flying through multiple trees.

Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack

Baraquiel was about to give chase when Akeno grabbed him by the arm.

"Wait daddy! I know him! I know him!"

Baraquiel looked at his daughter's begging expression. But before he could even provide a reaction, Igor came flying back. A blue aura of ki covered his form with a noticeable chunk of it converged on his fist.

Glaring at Baraquiel with veiled anger, Igor cocked his fist back...and let it loose.

"Bastard!"

BOOOM

Baraquiel was too busy throwing Akeno out of the way to properly block Igor's punch. But he managed to block it nonetheless with the only consequence of being sent sliding across the ground. A tree behind him managed to block his path.

But Igor was not done yet.

"Punching me out of nowhere?!"

The boy powered up again, his blonde hair shaking like ruffled feathers.

"Punch your mother!"

He gave chase. At this point, Baraquiel had flexed open his wings and readied himself. But upon seeing Igor's speed, slight shock formed on his face.

[Is he still human?]

CLASH

He blocked Igor's punch with a cross-guard and countered with a kick to his stomach. Igor was pushed back by the kick. But immediately, he opened his mouth and released a blast wave from his mouth in retaliation.

"RAAAH!"

Although Baraquiel was caught off guard again, centuries of combat experience allowed him to sidestep. The blast wave barreled its way through a few trees before Igor cut off the supply of ki in favour of blocking Baraquiel's light spear.

Whoosh...CLANG

But despite his lack of combat experience, Igor supplemented that with knowledge. Having coated his finger with ki, he slapped the spear away and got into his nameless stance.

The two of them stared at each other, one in surprise and the other in focused fury. The physical discrepancy between them was as clear as night and day. Baraquiel was tall and wore a grey robe. Ten wings were unfurled behind him in preparation to either evade or attack. He took no noticeable stance, only standing tall with his arms hanging at his side.

In comparison, Igor looked short with his current stature of an eleven-year old child. With his feet placed shoulder-width apart and his hips squared towards Baraquiel, it looked like a reenactment of a David vs Goliath fight. His knees were bent at the ready, his arms raised with his hands in a protective guard. His elbows were tucked close to his body, ready to defend or launch a quick counter-strike.

Baraquiel immediately recognised the basis of his stance. Having lived a long life and witnessed the birth of many martial arts, his experience allowed him to discern origins of Igor's stance at a glance.

[The open guard of muay thai, the inward-facing elbows of wing chun and the high guard of boxing.]

Unknowingly, a slight smile came to his face.

[His stance needs some working on, but this is already better than almost every martial artist's I've seen. Nonetheless, it has truly been a while since I've seen such talent in a human.]

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