The next moment, our fists collided with a thunderous crack, the shockwave humming in the air like a live wire.
Neither of us moved.
It was a deadlock — force against force, power against power.
Then the silence shattered.
We launched into a brutal flurry of strikes, each attack more savage than the last. The very air distorted around us as limbs blurred, punches cut through the wind, and the ground cracked beneath our feet.
He drove a vicious hook toward my liver. I twisted, just narrowly avoiding it, and countered with a crushing elbow to his ribs.
The hit landed with full force — but nothing happened.
No flinch. No stagger. Just empty, undead stillness.
Before I could blink, he raised a knee, aiming to slam it into my skull.
I crossed my arms just in time.
BAM!
