Blazren's claws scraped the ground as he dug in his heels.
The earth cracked beneath his feet, scorched by the lingering fire.
His mane still burned, but the air around him felt heavier now, thicker.
Zain stood across from him with his fists raised.
No sword. No technique. Just raw, violent power.
He stepped forward once.
Then he charged.
[Heavenly Demon Fists] activated.
His arms flared with black-red ether, twisting with wild flame and burning smoke.
His punch came fast.
Blazren blocked it with both arms.
The impact blew him back five meters.
His boots skidded, his suit groaned.
Zain didn't stop.
He was already in front of him again.
Another punch—this one to the side.
Blazren caught it barely, but the heat still sank through.
[Flame Core Reactor] tried to boost him.
His claws flared with strength. He countered with a heavy slash.
Zain took it. Blood sprayed from his shoulder, then vanished.
His body pulsed.
