A deep breath escaped his lips as he gathered his strength. A faint hum resonated in the air as the world seemed to dim around him. Then, a sharp, silver aura erupted from his body like a flash of moonlight cutting through the void. It wasn't just energy—it was destruction wrapped in elegance.
The moment that aura appeared, the ground beneath his feet didn't crumble or crack; it was erased entirely, leaving behind a clean void where the earth once existed.
Murmurs rippled through the surrounding geniuses. Even the golden-crowned ones who had seen countless battles felt a chill crawl up their spines.
"That's… the second level concept of Killing Sword," someone whispered in disbelief. "No wonder he was confident enough to challenge Max."
But the shock didn't end there. As the silver light intensified, the space around Mike began to twist subtly, faint distortions spreading outward in rippling waves. The air wavered as though reality itself was struggling to contain his power.
