Rakan's voice dropped deeper.
"Third Limit."
His eyes blazed with ferocious battle intent.
"War Flesh Unbound."
Boom!
The entire central stage convulsed. A pillar of bronze physical force surged up from Rakan's body and slammed into the barrier above the arena, and the transparent dome flashed over and over as though battered by a storm of invisible fists.
Rakan's flesh, bones, blood, tendons, organs, and muscles now resonated as one, producing a complete state of war embodiment that stood far beyond the First Limit.
The difference was immediate. If the First Limit had made Rakan feel like an awakened battlefield beast, and the Second Limit had made him feel like a divine weapon, then the Third Limit made him feel like a walking calamity of war.
Every breath he drew carried pressure, every heartbeat rang out like a war drum, and every twitch of his fingers forced the surrounding air to compress.
Across the Divine Realm, countless spectators rose to their feet.
