[Back to the present]
Vamos appears, leading the men of the Fangs while Kael watches from the shadows, his sharp eyes glinting in the dark.
Vamos (shocked): "Lomaa!! U!!"
Loma (coldly): "Can't believe you're with the Fangs."
Vamos: "I do not care."
In that instant, Vamos's cold aura swallows the battlefield. The air itself seems to freeze, every breath turning to mist, frost crawling along the dirt. Men shiver, knees knocking. Yet Loma stands firm, his body trembling but unbroken—because he has already endured worse.
Loma: "If that's it… my gang will shatter you today."
[Fight Sequence]
Vamos steps in with a lightning jab.
Loma (thinking, panicked): "So fast—I can't block!"
But the strike never lands. Darok appears, his forearm catching the punch like stone. Vamos's follow-up cross is caught too, his fist swallowed in Darok's massive grip.
Darok: "Not bad."
The air splits. Darok's crushing aura presses down like iron chains, forcing Vamos's knees to bend. But Vamos's cold aura gnaws back, ice crawling up Darok's arms, his breath crystallizing in the air.
The clash of atmospheres makes the battlefield quake—heat against frost, weight against chill.
Darok lunges forward and smashes his forehead into Vamos's skull.
CRACK!
Vamos's vision blurs, white light exploding across his sight. Instinct kicks in—his body snaps a head kick out of nowhere.
SNAP!!
It connects flush with Darok's temple. His head jerks, but he doesn't flinch. He simply stares back, blood trickling down his cheek, unmoved.
Vamos (staggering back): "What kind of monster are you!?"
Darok (voice heavy, gaze unshaking): "A monster built by constant beating, forged with hardness."
The battlefield falls silent. Frost hangs in the air, dust rising from cracked stone where their auras clashed.
Darok and Vamos stand face-to-face, blood and breath visible in the frozen air, neither backing down.
And from the shadows, Kael watches with a faint smirk, his presence colder than the battlefield itself—waiting for the perfect moment to move.
Chapter 71 End.