Absolute Defense

The force of the detonation rushed toward him, black dust swirling like a violent storm, its shockwave crashing directly into his body at point-blank range. The very air trembled under the sheer intensity of the attack.

Yet—

As the explosion collided with him, the devastating energy that should have torn him apart did nothing but shred his clothes into near nothingness. The black force swirled, clawing at his skin—but it couldn't pierce it.

His body remained untouched. Unscathed.

The ground beneath him, cracked and shattered by the explosion, told the story of just how powerful the attack had been. But Max himself? Not even a single mark was left on him.

As the dust settled, Max moved with calm precision, pulling out an identical outfit from his storage ring and donning it as if nothing had happened.

A few moments later, the last remnants of dust were swept away by the wind, finally revealing him in full view.