Each punch meets its mark.
At the moment of impact, the sight of the divine weapon emerging from its sheath became increasingly vivid to those watching, a sword light flashed coldly, and for a moment, blanketed the center of the dark storm over the fighting stage, like a white line appeared and vanished!
This white line seemed to signify the gap between the two.
As soon as the white line appeared, the storm was severed, as if cut apart.
This dark storm, an evolution of the domain, was unable to gather its inner strength at the moment of severance, violently spreading in all directions, yet achieving nothing, because the white line, like a sword's edge, annihilated everything.
The observers with sensitive spiritual perception could no longer discern whether this was a real event or an illusion conjured by the powerful force affecting their spirits.
As the dark storm was sliced apart, a silhouette rapidly retreated amidst the storm, rolling away.
That was...
[Martial]!
