The Slums

A thousand feet high. An almost endless fall. Dasha killed and killed with his gauntlets crackling black. Although missing Ruh al-Qital and the Seven-league Boots, his firepower was insane. 

A massive centipede loomed ahead, plated in an exoskeleton that gleamed like iron. Its legs moved in a blur, closing the gap in seconds—its mandibles snapped forward, aiming to swallow him whole.

Dasha met it head-on.

"Eyða."

The Thunder Clap technique that he forged in that blood lake. 

His palm exploded when it made contact. A black shockwave ripped through the centipede's body, splintering its shell, shattering its insides. The monster convulsed, twisting and screaming, but Dasha was already inside its falling carcass, tearing through flesh with Blazing Fury Combo—a flurry of Qi-empowered strikes that ignited his fists like fire.

Bam, bam, bam, bam!