The next moment, she vanished again, her body even faster this time. It seemed as though reality itself was dragging behind her, as though it couldn't keep up with her speed. The moment she appeared, she unleashed a high knee strike toward Azaron's chest with mind-boggling power.
But Azaron remained indifferent. He simply raised a hand. He knew that Threshold I had poured even more strength into this attack to prove her point. He casually lifted a palm to meet the incoming knee strike, moving to block it as though it were the easiest thing in the world to accomplish.
As knee met palm, another wave of collapsing wind pressure tore outward as space itself cracked and fractured between them. Azaron's body shot backward again. The moment his body crossed over a hundred meters, he immediately regained control of himself and skidded to a complete stop.
