C312 232 Sandbag(2)

"Ugh!"

The blade clashed against his fist, sparks flying everywhere, echoing the sound of metal on metal. A powerful force traveled along the blade, numbing his hand and causing it to crack open, nearly making him lose his grip.

How is this possible?

Zhuh Dao's eyes widened in disbelief as he finally noticed the brass knuckles on the bald man's fist