"Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist!"
A thunderous impact rippled outward from his fist, causing even the phantom mountains in the illusion to buckle and collapse in a cascade of glowing rubble. Sparks leapt from his knuckles as he tightened his core, driving every shred of his strength into the blow.
Max repeated the motion over and over, feeling the weight, the unstoppable mass that the technique demanded, until he could almost hear the trumpeting of elephants with each punch he threw.
Sweat drenched his back, yet his eyes blazed with a driven light. Without even a second's hesitation, he transitioned into the third and final move—the one that had made his blood run hotter the moment he'd read it on the scroll.
