Chapter 201: Houston Middlam, Dead

Houston Middlam's flying kick came screaming in. This time, Bruce Yale didn't choose to tank it head-on. He flickered aside, letting the strike slice past, and focused inward as he dodged. Something inside him had changed. His heart hammered like it had been fitted with a pressure pump, each beat heavier, more decisive than before. Blood surged through his veins at a terrifying pace, like a divine dragon patrolling rivers and tributaries. His awareness seemed to ride that torrent. Every hidden...