On the stage, Rakan felt the change more keenly than anyone else. Max's aura had risen, but Rakan was not convinced. Not yet. After all, an aura was only an aura, and body strength had to be proven through collision. The War God Body was not something that could be intimidated by pressure alone.
Rakan's eyes blazed with war intent. "Then take this!"
He drew his fist back. The bronze markings across his entire body flared to life as the First Limit, the Second Limit, and the Third Limit resonated together. His blood roared, his bones hummed like divine metal, and his flesh poured out boundless war force.
The power of all three limits gathered into his right fist and twisted the air around it into a distorted vortex.
The War God Palace disciples roared along with him.
"Rakan!"
"First Warlord!"
"The Three-Limit War Fist!"
"Crush him!"
