Chapter 2220
Alekai roared in fury; his fist hurtled toward Perseus.
Perseus scoffed, his spiritual energy surging like a tidal wave, coursing through his limbs. He bellowed, "Behold the Fist of Fury!"
An iron fist, brimming with spiritual energy, collided with Alekai's own.
The impact reverberated like a thunderclap, louder and harsher than before.
Yet this time, Perseus staggered back, forced to take several steps to steady himself. Alekai, on the other hand, remained firmly planted, unmoved.
A chill crawled down Perseus' spine. Just how strong was this man?
Perseus was no novice in combat. In all his battles, only one person had ever rivaled him in sheer physical strength—Azrael, back when they first met. But Azrael was no longer a threat. In fact, Perseus could stand still and let him strike without feeling a thing.
But Alekai… Alekai was different.
He had claimed to be using only half of his strength. Perseus had dismissed it as arrogance. Now, he wasn't so sure.
Alekai's lips curl

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