The building was less than ten meters above him now, blocking out the sky completely.
Vogue didn't hesitate or consider whether his body could handle such a powerful technique. He didn't care that it would drain his blood essence and vital energy to dangerous levels. Death by technique strain was better than death by building.
He raised his enhanced Nevulium machete high above his head with both hands gripping the handle. His stance widened, his knees bent, his entire body coiling like a spring compressed to its absolute limit.
He immediately activated the ultimate killing move of his new technique.
"Supernova!" he roared, his voice echoing across the devastated street.
He slashed upward at the building surging toward him like a comet falling from orbit.
