Soon, a violent gust of wind swept across the martial platform, and the roaring punch force tore through the air like a blade. In that instant, Zion Blackstar's fist seemed to enlarge infinitely in Alaric Von Seraph's pupils, carrying an oppressive power that made one's scalp numb. The pressure was so heavy that even the spectators could feel their hearts tighten.
Alaric Von Seraph's breathing paused.
His body instinctively tried to shift, but the timing was already too late. His footsteps had just landed, his center of gravity had not fully stabilized, and the fist was already upon him. At that moment, he understood clearly. This match had reached its end.
Yet, just as the terrifying fist was about to smash down, it stopped.
