"Simba? What the fuck is a Simba?"

"Whoever you are, you're going to die today since you've met Evan!"

Several young men and women started shouting.

They had seen Evan's performance just moments ago. They watched how he took down several armed assassins in an instant. What more was a weaponless fighter?

"This person is clearly a martial artist built on strength. I have to catch him off guard and end the fight as soon as possible."

Evan gave him a quick once over and made a decision.

He bent his knees slightly, slowly gathering momentum. Then, pushing down with his feet, he propelled himself forward like a bullet. He launched with tremendous power.

"Thunder Strike!" Evan shouted.

Internal energy surged through his body. Then, he threw a powerful punch straight at Simba.

A faint explosion echoed as Evan's iron fist heavily struck Simba's abdomen.

However, Simba didn't react. He stood like a mountain, unflinching. He showed no signs of injuries.

"Is that all?" Simba cross