But deep down, he believed that fighting should be the ultimate release of power.
This was also why he found the real-life fighting arenas stifling.
That feeling was like an unfinished banquet, having tasted the delicacies but never truly satisfied.
However, the situation in Monster World was completely different.
Here, he no longer needed to suppress his power, no longer needed to worry about the life and death of his opponent.
The fight was a pure contest of power and technique, an exhilarating release.
With each punch, he could hear the whistle of air being torn apart, feeling the tremors of muscles and the surge of gang qi in his body bringing a thrill.
At this moment, he was a beast breaking free from chains, free to run, bite, and fight to his heart's content.
The arena beneath his feet trembled slightly, followed by a burst of crimson energy from Phase Kill's feet, rippling outward like waves.
Buzz!
