The crimson mist around Ragnar flared violently as he shot forward, his massive frame leaving behind streaks of silver ripples.
Vynor met him head-on, his fist glowing with blinding Essence. Ragnar didn't flinch, he pulled his arm back, his laws gathering around his knuckles in a dense silver glow, and threw his punch.
BOOM!
The two forces collided, and a massive shockwave rippled through the void. Vynor was hurled backward, his body spinning before he managed to stabilize himself several hundred meters away.
His eyes widened in disbelief. The punch had not only matched his own, it had overpowered it.
Ragnar snorted, unimpressed. He turned his back on the Feran and shot straight back toward the swarm of grandmasters he had left behind, his club reforming in his hand. He didn't even glance at Vynor again.
Vynor's face twisted from shock to fury. The veins in his neck bulged, his claws extending as he roared and launched after Ragnar like a meteor.
