The first clash of fists exploded at this very moment!
This wasn't simply a battle between me and Vance Johansson, but a showdown between common folk and noble bloodlines!
"Bang!"
A thunderous boom echoed like lightning, and a horrifying shockwave burst from the two combatants, racing outward in every direction!
Countless chairs and tables exploded on contact. Without a Martial Marquis stabilizing the area, the regular guests would have died from this single exchange!
Both of us stepped back multiple paces, our expressions equally frigid.
I glared at Vance Johansson with icy eyes and declared, "Looks like that's your limit. I'm beginning to question how you beat a Martial Marquis."
Vance narrowed his gaze and replied, "That earlier strike? Just ten percent of what I've got."
His presence slowly started to expand.
Suddenly, the whole venue felt crushing pressure, like an enormous boulder crushing everyone's ribs!
