Three days later, in Neo Terra City.
Deep within the palace training complex, Emery stood alone in a vast chamber of polished stone. The air around him pulsed with faint currents of energy as he moved through a sequence of strikes, each motion precise, controlled, and heavy with intent.
His fist shot forward like lightning.
The punch cracked through the air with explosive speed before his body shifted fluidly into a turning kick, smooth and continuous as flowing water. A moment later, his stance sank low, and both palms drove outward with crushing force, carrying the immovable weight of a mountain.
Each movement followed the principles of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, blending opposing forces into one seamless rhythm. Sweat rolled down his skin, yet his breathing remained steady, his mind focused entirely on the path of improvement.
Then another presence entered the chamber.
Typhon, who had been leaning against a pillar while watching in silence, stepped forward with a grin.
