Lâo Fēng POV V

He barely spared it a glance, raising his arm to block.

The impact shattered the ground beneath him, sinking it further into a crater, but his body barely budged.

Even as I pressed my attack, he had the composure to analyze his surroundings, to predict the next move.

Shoria lunged in from his blind spot, his fist coiled with devastating power.

But Raymond reacted far too quickly.

Without looking, without shifting his stance, he swung his club-like weapon and swatted Shoria meters away as though he were nothing but a bothersome fly.

And just like that, I was alone with him.

My gaze flickered to his weapon. That artifact—whatever it was—it must not touch me.

Raymond moved first, his yellow garment fluttering as he charged.

I responded in kind.

Our battle was swift, brutal, and devastating.

His strikes came heavy and relentless, his weapon cleaving through the air like the hammer of god.