Chapter 404: Sweeping the Field!

"You damned bastard! I'm going to butcher you!" Crowin forced himself upright, gritting his teeth against the agony tearing through his body. He fixed Gordon Yale with a murderous stare, every word squeezed out like it was carved from hate. Even though Crowin had thrown both arms up at the last second and managed to block Gordon's fist, the sheer force behind that punch still surged into him like a battering ram. Pain twisted his features. Worse, the wound across his upper body, the one Monica...