CHAPTER FIVE
Mixer’s attack took me by surprise, but I was already recovering from the shock. With a grunt, I shrugged my shoulders and broke the concrete fist into pieces. Even before the pieces of the fist fell to the ground, I rushed toward Mixer and aimed a punch directly for his chest.
But Mixer suddenly formed a hole in his body, which my fist harmlessly flew through. Then, before I could pull my arm back out, the hole closed, trapping my arm in Mixer’s body. I immediately started tugging on it, but Mixer’s concrete was surprisingly thick and I didn’t have enough leverage to pull myself out.
“Keep trying, kid,” said Mixer as I struggled to free myself. “Perhaps if you work really hard, you will eventually succeed.”
Without warning, Mixer slammed his fist into my face. The blow ca
