Dragon VS Phoenix

***EXTRA LONG CHAP***

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Crimson barely had time to cross his arms to defend himself as the colossal palm struck.

The pink flames flashing here and there around his body sputtered and flickered under the assault, unable to fully withstand the raw, crushing force.

He was driven into the ground like a nail, his figure vanishing into a plume of dust and rubble.

The watching crowd was silent—utterly silent. No cheers, no gasps. Only the sound of crumbling debris echoed through the area as the dust slowly settled.

Tyr stood amidst the chaos, his golden palm slowly rising up and returning to his side, like a loyal hound.

He let out a controlled breath, his gaze locked on the crater where Crimson had been moments before.

'This technique is incredible. Not just my power, but even my speed seems to have doubled...' He paused, 'Im surprised I haven't received a notification by GG yet saying I killed him. He must be in a dire state...'