Gunnar's body lay on the dark blue crystalline ground, his right arm twisted at a bizarre angle.
A mixture of dark red brain matter and blood oozed from the charred hole between his eyebrows.
Ian's four-meter-tall body slowly shrank. The flowing, rock-like texture and jade-like radiance receded like a tide, returning him to his normal state.
His skin was pale, and beads of sweat slid down his neck.
He dropped to one knee, gasping for breath, a burning pain searing his lungs.
The [Furnace Body Tempering Skill] was still operating at full capacity, repairing the minor fractures and internal injuries within his body.
That final clash of fists had drained nearly all of his stamina.
"Ian, are you okay, gaga?"
Gaga emerged from the shadows and landed on his shoulder, its small eyes nervously scanning his body.
"I'm fine."
Ian shook his head, struggling to his feet.
His gaze swept over Gunnar's massive corpse.
