BOOM!
The moment he swung, the valley shook. Mack's colossal axe—glowing with fire and weighed down by earth's essence—slammed into Max's flaming sword with the force of a meteor. A deafening clang echoed through the frozen cliffs.
The power of their clash shattered the silence, and the surrounding snow instantly vaporized under the immense pressure and heat. The frozen ground beneath their feet cracked and caved in like shattered glass.
Max's arms shook from the shock, his muscles screaming from the strain—but he didn't step back. Not a single inch. He held his ground, teeth clenched, eyes locked forward like a beast.
On the other side, Mack's face twisted into disbelief. "How can you be so strong?!" he roared, shocked beyond words. His axe should have cleaved through that sword. He'd used everything—his concepts, his bloodline power, his best technique—but the man in front of him stood like a mountain.
