Ancestral II
It really is surprising to see such a huge ice block of a figure move so speedily that one can only see the flash of afterimage that it shed off.
Warrior Ash felt the sharp air coming from the force of the punch that barely grazed his cheek, but not a single bruise or cut could be seen on his face, as if it was merely a gentle breeze that is caressing him. The defensive physique of the sacred race is no joke, nor is it mere boastful spittle in the Blue moon galaxy.
It could be that even if the punch of branch president Ken really did connect on Warrior Ash’s face, there would not be a mark and it would not even hurt one bit.
The physique of the sacred race inherent since their birth could be deemed as a cheat in the eyes of the many civilizations in the Blue moon galaxy.
