Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each of the six fist strikes thundered forward, crashing through the air with unrelenting momentum. They targeted Luka's remaining afterimages, aiming to obliterate them completely and without mercy.
Sensing the rising pressure behind him, Luka remained calm. His expression showed no panic, only focus.
All six afterimages continued moving forward at the same pace, unfazed by the looming attack. The air trembled as the fists approached, their force warping the space around them.
Seeing this, the purple bronze man sneered, his face twisting into a condescending smile. He made no attempt to restrain the attack. On the contrary, more mana surged into his arms. The energy flowed chaotically, transforming the attack into a destructively unstable force that shook the surrounding platform.
