They clashed again, sword and divine power colliding in rapid succession. Max's severing strikes tore through space with relentless precision, while Mark countered with overwhelming force, divine authority crashing against severance in violent shockwaves that shook the world to its core.
Every exchange sent ripples across the sealed battlefield, and even the spatial laws Max had imposed began to show signs of strain. Yet neither retreated. Neither faltered.
It became clear to both of them that this was not a battle decided by a single blow or a single mistake. This was a confrontation between two beings standing at the absolute peak of what this world could produce.
Max restrained the greater depths of his power and continued to rely only on the fifth level concept of severing sword because this was never meant to be a reckless exchange of blows. From the very beginning, he had been testing, measuring, and confirming his suspicions with every clash.
