They collided like two planets.
BOOM.
Mason's hammer met Bakari's fist, and the shockwave carved a crater three meters wide into the broken earth. Solar energy crackled against metallic skin. Bloodlust aura flared against elephant halo. The air between them superheated to temperatures that would have killed normal cultivators instantly.
THUD. CRACK. WHUMP. BOOM.
Fist met hammer. Knee met ribs. Elbow met jaw. The fight devolved into something primal—no technique, no strategy, just two physical monsters trying to break each other through sheer, overwhelming force.
Bakari's Vajra Indestructible Body made him nearly unkillable. Every hammer strike that connected produced a sound like ringing metal—CLANG, CLANG, CLANG—but failed to deal meaningful damage. The metallic skin simply absorbed the impact, distributed it, rendered it ineffective.
But Mason's Bloodlust Empowerment was something else entirely.
