Just as he stepped out of the tent, Fesili flashed forward, his right fist wrapped in a whistling wind, aiming straight for Diwumo's face.
Diwumo hadn't expected Fesili to strike without warning, and the smile on his face froze instantly. Fortunately, his reflexes were quick; he jerked his upper body back sharply, and the fist grazed right past the tip of his nose.
Giving him no time to recover, Fesili pressed his attack step by step.
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