Facing the hero's iron fist entwined with the hurricane, the martial monk neither retreated nor dodged, merely bowing his head slightly, calmly observing the surging offensive.
It wasn't until the girl's fist almost touched him that he suddenly raised his hand—the large palm, like the descending heavens, blocked the towering assault.
"——!!"
The next moment, the deafening roar reverberated, the ground beneath both men cracking inch by inch, the airwave sweeping in all directions, making the spectators on the stage cry out in surprise.
Yet, at the center of this hurricane, the martial monk stood like an ancient and towering mountain, taking the hero's punch effortlessly.
The power of this single palm was enough to turn a typical dragon beast into a pulp.
However, under the intense countershock, the girl's body merely rippled like water, and then she was gently lifted by the strong wind, floating up to the high sky like a light feather.
