The Aura of a Victor
Julian continued punching him.
The battlefield had long since turned into a storm of dust, shattered stone, and roaring shockwaves.
Every movement of Julian's body left behind blurred afterimages. His black hair whipped wildly in the air, and his golden eyes shone with a sharp brilliance that made him seem almost untouchable.
Steffan could no longer remember how many punches he had endured.
All he knew was pain.
Relentless pain.
His body had been tempered through countless life-and-death battles. He had fought in the harshest environments of Kimora, survived ambushes, assassinations, and wars that would have broken ordinary martial artists.
Yet today, for the first time in years, he felt helpless.
Every time he tried to counterattack, Julian was already gone.
Every time he thought he had found an opening, another fist slammed into his body.
The hidden force contained within each strike was even more terrifying.
It wasn't merely attacking his flesh.
