Chapter 45: Grace's Worries

Terrance sneered disdainfully, but soon, his smile froze on his face. That seemingly ordinary punch suddenly accelerated, transforming from a fist into a pointed strike aimed at his forehead. In just a few seconds, Terrance dodged eight times, yet Dante seemed to be his shadow, his finger always locked onto the space right before Terrance's brow. Panic started creeping into Terrance's heart. After being an assassin for so many years, this was the first time he felt death closing in on him. "I...