Our fists collided with thunderous impact. To my amazement, I didn't fly backward. Instead, the stocky Saint's eyes widened in shock as we stood locked in position, neither giving ground.
"Impossible!" he hissed.
I stared at my own fist, golden light pulsing beneath my skin. My body felt different—lighter yet denser, as if every cell had been compressed into something stronger. The dark energy swirling around us seemed to feed my Saintly Body Skill, enhancing it beyond anything I'd experienced before.
"My turn," I growled.
I launched a punch toward his chest. He moved to block, clearly expecting a manageable blow. Instead, my fist connected with the force of a meteor. The Saint's body flew backward, crashing through several rock formations before coming to a stop nearly a hundred yards away.
Everyone—including me—stared in stunned silence.
"What the hell?" Tyler whispered, his face pale.
