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Anna calmly observed her surroundings through her glasses, the lenses emitting a faint glow in the darkness. This was a meticulously designed device that allowed her to clearly capture every movement in the dim environment. Her gaze swept over the panicking crowd, filled with frantic screams and the sounds of collisions. The guests had lost their bearings, screaming and jostling each other like headless flies in a chaotic escape.
Amidst this turmoil, she keenly noticed a man in black to her right, who seemed to have spotted her. Squinting, he locked onto her position as if he had found a glimmer of opportunity in the darkness. With a low growl, the man charged towards Anna, clearly intent on seizing her. His speed was impressive, his movements stealthy yet fierce, as if he could subdue Anna in an instant. However, Anna reacted swiftly and agilely, deftly sidestepping him. The man not only failed to catch her but also stumbled forward due to his momentum.
"Bang!" The man collided with another group of panicked guests, sending several of them sprawling in different directions amidst screams and curses. Many fell to the ground as they were pushed aside by the chaos. The guests frantically shoved him away, some even covering their noses with their hands, struggling to escape the pandemonium. Anna stood aside, observing coldly with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
At that moment, Andaro's furious roar echoed through the darkness, filled with impatience and rage: "You useless fools! Get after her! Don’t let her escape!"
Andaro's voice reverberated through the banquet hall, loud enough to make ears ring. His tone was filled with anger and menace, like a wild beast issuing commands. He could not tolerate having his advantage shattered so quickly nor the humiliation brought on by Anna's fearless demeanor. Thus, he shouted and directed others in an attempt to regain control of the situation.
Yet Anna merely smiled coldly, a trace of mockery flashing across her face. She turned slightly and quietly approached Andaro's side, her steps light and soundless. Before Andaro could fully sense her presence, she struck out with lightning speed, landing a powerful punch squarely on his nose.
"Bang!" Her fist connected with Andaro's face with such force that he instantly felt excruciating pain. The sound of cracking bones echoed clearly as blood gushed from his nose; his face contorted in agony as he staggered back several steps, instinctively covering his nose while letting out a pained wail.
Andaro’s face, usually arrogant and full of self-importance, now appeared utterly disheveled. Blood dripped from his fingers onto the floor; the pain rendered his expression comical as his previous fury vanished without a trace, replaced by fear and shock. He bent slightly forward as if trying to regain his balance but clearly failed.
Anna leaned closer to Andaro, lowering her voice and sneering coldly into his ear: "You brought this upon yourself, fat pig."
Pox gritted his teeth, his mind blank except for one thought: escape. He took a deep breath, holding it in as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Then he suddenly crouched down and used all his strength to thrust backward, slamming the back of his head into the nose of the man in black behind him.
"Bang!" The force of the impact caught the man off guard; he felt a sharp pain as his nose was struck hard, followed by the sound of bones cracking. He gasped in pain and instinctively covered his nose while stepping back several paces, surprise mingling with anger on his face.
"You’re asking for death!" The man gritted through the pain; anger flashed in his eyes as he growled lowly and swung his elbow down like lightning towards Pox's waist.
"Ugh...!" Pox felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he had been struck by a heavy object. His breath caught in his throat, and he lost his balance, cold sweat breaking out all over him as he dropped to one knee. The pain constricted his chest, making it difficult to breathe, yet he refused to give in.
At that moment, he looked down to see the man in black glaring at him with fury, his face twisted with rage as if he wanted to tear Pox apart. Struggling within himself, Pox held onto that breath, unwilling to fall just yet. The fire of defiance within him ignited completely. Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists and took a deep breath, lowering his center of gravity. In an instant, he concentrated all his strength into his right fist and roared as he swung a powerful punch.
This punch was filled with Pox's anger and unwillingness to submit. In that brief second, his mind went blank, consumed only by the obsession to take down the man before him. He had thought this strike would be a last-ditch effort, but miraculously, at the moment of impact, his fist landed precisely on the man's jaw. The sound of their collision was dull yet resonant, as if the air itself trembled.
The man in black's furious face showed a fleeting expression of disbelief as he was struck. His eyes quivered from the impact; before he could react, his body lost its support like a marionette and collapsed helplessly to the ground. His limbs went limp as he fell heavily, offering no resistance; he had completely lost consciousness.
Pox's fist was now numb, and intense pain radiated through his knuckles, causing him to gasp sharply. A dull ache throbbed in his wrist and joints. Unable to suppress a low groan, he frowned and gently rubbed his fist, surprise and pain evident in his voice. "Ouch... that hurts like hell..."
However, looking at the unconscious man sprawled on the ground, Pox couldn't help but let a hint of pride curve the corners of his mouth into a smile. Breathing heavily, despite the pain in his hand reminding him of the intensity of their clash, a surge of confidence welled up inside him. That punch had not only taken down the man in black but also instilled in him a long-lost sense of victory—like breaking free from fear and realizing that he was not without the power to fight back.
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