From the center of the collision, a shockwave that pulverized anything left weakened in death plowed through the field of debris. Where the fists met, Lucas took a step back. Indeed, he retreated, his fist recoiling in rebound.
Even though it had been a bare fist meeting one powered by energy transformed into an element, a concept, this was a first. Before, there had never been anything that fist could not cave in.
The fine impact from the clash died down. Vicar raised his eyebrows, and his lips twitched up in an even more obvious display of arrogance wrapped in condescension. The arcs of lightning around him went from thin to thick and numerous. They bathed him like rain, and he flashed forward.
He really, literally flashed forward like an imperceptible shadow. Crossing the hundred meters gap that had opened between Lucas and him, it was his turn to twist his waist, cock his fist back, then slam down at a speed even faster than his movement speed.
