Chapter 84:
A breath passed.
Then another.
The world held still caught in the magnetic pull of two auras, too potent to ignore.
Orion moved first.
A blink and he was already mid-strike, katana carving a crescent moon through the air.
The pressure of the slash alone split the stone beneath them, a fine line of fractured earth blooming outward.
Tony met it head-on.
His bat, wreathed in blue Ki, surged with momentum as he parried the blow.
Sparks lit the air like fireflies in a storm.
He slid half a meter back, boots scraping, but his balance held firm.
Orion didn't pause.
He vanished again appearing behind Tony in a blur of black and silver.
Tony twisted, bat raised.
Clang!
Their weapons collided once more Ki howling, sound warping at the point of impact.
"Your style is brute force," Orion said, low, precise. "Crude. Wild. But you won't win."
Tony grinned, eyes sharp. "You keep talking like you're writing my eulogy. I'm still standing, aren't I?"
