"An SS-rank fighter, huh?" Ethan tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp and focused.
Then, without hesitation, he clenched his fist and swung his arm forward. His sheer power was like a speeding freight train, his iron fist bursting forth like a dragon breaking free from the sea.
Ethan, using only the flesh and blood of his Zombie King body, met an alloy weapon head-on.
Clang!
The moment their attacks collided, the sound of metal striking metal rang out, and a shockwave rippled outward in all directions.
Ryuji's hands, gripping his katana tightly, split open at the base of his thumbs, blood seeping out. His katana trembled violently, letting out a long, high-pitched hum, as if it were wailing in agony. The wind energy that had been wrapped around the blade dissipated instantly, and the crackling lightning energy shattered apart.
Crack.
A sharp, crisp sound echoed in the air. A visible fracture had appeared on the alloy blade.
But that was only the beginning.
