Their palms clashed—a collision completely devoid of any Technique, just the purest form of violent impact.
This was supposed to be Nirut's strongest ability, but now, facing Zhou Yuanjue, he had fallen to a disadvantage.
Qingling, who was watching from the sidelines, and Anjina's group in the distance saw Zhou Yuanjue knock back the Fierce Beast that was Nirut with a single, head-on palm strike. The ongoing murmurs abruptly ceased, plunging the scene into a faint silence.
Having been forced back more than a dozen steps, Nirut's pupils shrank to pinpricks. What exactly was that power surging from Zhou Yuanjue a moment ago? Was it truly just pure violence? How could it compare to his own?
"ROAR!!" Nirut let out a low growl. Abandoning his stance, he fully transitioned into a beast-like attack form, unleashing the pure bestial nature within his heart.
At this moment, guided entirely by his bodily instincts, his explosive power was at its absolute peak.
