The moment they closed the distance, the central stage transformed into a battlefield of pure physical violence. Rakan's body, empowered by the First Limit of the War God Body, no longer felt like mere flesh and blood. Every punch he threw carried the weight of a collapsing mountain, and every step he planted sent tremors through the stage.
The bronze light wrapped around him was not ordinary energy but the awakened force of his blood, his bones, his muscles, and his organs, all releasing the power that had been stored behind the first shackle of the War God Body.
He appeared before Max once more and drove a punch toward his chest. Max raised his arm and blocked it.
Boom!
The impact forced Max's body to sink slightly. The dark gold stone fractured beneath his feet, and a ring of force rippled outward across the stage.
