“So, you dodged my attack with nothing but physical skills…  
Kid, you’ve got a few tricks up your sleeve, I’ll give you that.”  

Adam slowly turned around, his massive war hammer swinging in his hands.  
“But it’s all just a futile struggle. The Nine Infernos technique—I’ve heard of it before.  
I must say, I’m surprised you’re capable of using it at your age.”  

“However, I also know the toll it takes on the body.”  

“Especially on a weak little body like yours.”  

“Your legs must be trembling by now, aren’t they? Burning, aching?”  

Noa turned her head slightly, her eyes calm and unreadable.  
Adam couldn’t tell if she was pretending to stay composed or genuinely fearless in the face of danger.  

Ignoring his mocking words, Noa turned forward again, clutching Helena tightly,  
and dashed at full speed in the direction they had been heading.