The charge was suicidal.
Any warrior in the arena with a shred of combat sense knew it. A newly ascended 5th Order charging a 6th Order Warlord was like a moth throwing itself into a blast furnace.
But Leona ran anyway.
Her boots tore up the permafrost, kicking up shards of ice as she accelerated. T
he red mist of the [Unbound Beast] Intent trailed behind her like a comet of blood, screaming with defiance.
"Die!"
She swung her right fist, every ounce of her new strength reinforced with a crushing aura.
King Scar didn't bother to raise his sword. He simply lifted his free hand, palm open, as if catching a ball.
BANG.
Leona's fist collided with his palm.
The resulting shockwave stripped the snow from the ground for fifty meters in every direction.
The impact carried enough kinetic energy to shatter the iron gates of a fortress.
Yet Scar remained rooted to the ground, immovable as a mountain.
"Weak," Scar sneered.
He squeezed his hand.
CRACK.
