BOOM!
Another thunderous explosion cracked through the mist-filled world as their fists collided once again.
But this time, the impact wasn't just loud—it was destructive. The very ground beneath their clash didn't just crack or ripple—it disintegrated, turned into fine dust and shattered earth across a mile-wide radius.
Waves of wind exploded outward like shock bombs, parting the mist like curtains drawn open by an invisible hand.
And when the dust settled… the result was clear.
Both figures were pushed back again, sliding across the broken, lifeless ground.
But while the mist warrior staggered slightly, his figure rippling with instability, Max stood calm—unmoved, his breathing steady, his eyes burning with clarity and power.
Then Max noticed something—a faint shimmer of gold on the mist warrior's lips. A single drop sliding down his chin, glistening unnaturally in the grey world.
"Wait a minute…" Max muttered, his gaze narrowing. "Is that blood? Golden blood?"
