Fisher Gulou had expected a simple execution.
A showdown that would last seconds.
Squashing an ant beneath his heel.
But the moment the fight began… everything went wrong.
He lunged, struck, vanished, reappeared—his movements sharper and faster than gusting wind. Each blow carried enough force to tear through steel.
Yet the youth in front of him—
Zane.
He dodged everything.
Not with flashy footwork. Not with complex technique.
He simply moved—calmly, precisely—always just out of reach.
Fisher's brows tightened.
He picked up speed.
Again.
Again.
Each time he accelerated, Zane answered in kind.
Soon, Fisher realized something horrifying:
He wasn't fighting a One-Star Mana Core youth.
He was fighting someone who moved far beyond his realm.
A rollercoaster of emotions churned inside him—confusion, disbelief, irritation, growing fear.
He attacked relentlessly, fists slicing the air, aura crackling with lethal density.
