BAM!
The sound was like a bomb detonating inside a closed vault.
The force of a two-hundred-kilogram slab of steel colliding with a solid object displaced the air in the room.
A massive shockwave ripped outward from the centre of the arena.
Mira shrieked, throwing her arms over her face as the force wind pushed her and her camera guy a full step backwards.
Kyle smirked, fully expecting his sword to slam straight through the poor rookie and leave nothing but a ruined mess on the floorboards.
But the steel stopped moving.
Chris had thrown his hands up at the very last second, catching the flat surface of the massive blade against his armoured forearms.
His boots dug deep trenches into the marble floor as he was pushed back, and his knees buckled slightly under the absurd pressure, but his bones didn't break.
His flesh, heavily fortified and dense from the C-Rank Iron Skin potion, held firm against the ridiculous weight.
