"Show me where that confidence of yours comes from!"
SLAAAAAAASH!!!
With a single swing ...
Frey's blade carved through a vast stretch of space—
Unleashing a violent wave of dark aura.
Amon barely evaded the attack at full speed—
Then immediately launched a counterattack.
His fist moved at an insane velocity .
Employing that same strange strike of absolute speed.
His hand became nearly invisible .
Coated in a peculiar, transparent aura .
A direct blow aimed straight at Frey's heart.
It was a strike that had felled countless powerful enemies before.
But today .
Something unexpected happened.
Amon's fist never reached its target.
Because the target stopped it.
Before the eyes of the Host of the Nightmare ...
Filled with unmistakable shock—
Frey caught Amon's fist with a single hand.
Effortlessly.
The collision sent a violent shockwave of aura bursting outward ..
But Amon couldn't make Frey retreat even a single step.
