The distance between them vanished in a second.
Julien moved with a terrifying speed that completely defied his fragile E-Rank.
He blurred across the concrete, appearing directly inside Chris's guard before he could even swing his silver sword.
Julien threw a straight right hook aimed directly at the centre of Chris's face.
BANG.
The impact sounded like a shell detonating inside the enclosed factory.
A powerful shockwave of displaced air exploded outward, kicking up a massive amount of dust and blood from the floor.
But Chris didn't move a single inch.
He stood his ground, his boots deep into the cracked concrete. Floating just a millimetre above his skin, a glowing structure of pure blue energy had formed directly in front of his face, absorbing the blow.
Over by the crumbled brick wall where Chris had been thrown just moments before, four empty glasses lay discarded in the dust.
