Keito's fists came down in a relentless storm.
Each blow cracked the air like thunder, the shockwaves rippling across the arena.
Raito crossed his arms in front of him, taking the full brunt of every hit. The sound of impact echoed, flesh meeting raw force.
"Shit…" he muttered through clenched teeth. "Even with this strength, I'm still at a disadvantage."
Every punch felt like being hit by a charging beast. His arms ached, his muscles screamed. Even blocking hurts.
Keito didn't stop. His eyes burned crimson, primal fury leaking from every pore. The air itself seemed to shiver under his killing intent.
Raito's mind raced. I need to do something. Find an opening. Anything.
He twisted his body sharply, knee shooting upward toward Keito's head.
The beast tilted back slightly, the blow grazing him. Raito followed immediately with a sweeping kick aimed at his neck,
but Keito caught it effortlessly.
BAM!
His fist crashed into Raito's chest.
[Critical Hit Received]
[LP -400]
