Buildings and cars burned, their flames lighting up the night. The asphalt road was riddled with craters where eight figures, all radiating Essence Fluctuation, were locked in a fierce battle on the ruined street.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Brady, an elite special agent from the North Carolina Counter-Terrorism Department, narrowed his eyes and vanished. The next second, a pair of shimmering golden Iron Fists slammed into the spot where he'd just been. BOOM! The air erupted with a piercing shriek as a hurricane-force wind howled, a ring of white vapor exploding outward from the golden fists.
"Tch..." The burly man named Ah Man withdrew his fists, clicking his tongue in annoyance. 'The guy is like a flea, hopping here and there. We've been fighting for so long, yet I haven't even managed to touch the corner of his clothes. It's infuriating.'
