"Die!"
Barton drew his right fist back to his waist. All the blood energy in his body surged madly toward it, twisting the very air around his knuckles.
With mountain-shattering force, he launched the punch straight at Ian's face!
This punch was enough to blast an Elite Level High Level Apprentice—Shield and all—into smithereens!
Ian didn't dodge or evade. He threw a punch of his own.
There was no steaming blood energy, no dazzling light—just a plain, simple straight punch.
As he swung, his arm seemed to swell slightly, its skin glowing with a faint, jade-like golden luster.
The two fists collided!
DONG…!
It was like two solid iron hammers smashing into each other at supersonic speed.
A visible shockwave erupted in a ring, snapping several nearby stalagmites in half and sending shards of rock flying.
"What?!"
The savage grin on Barton's face froze instantly, replaced by utter horror.
