Head on Battle

Evan only smirked.

Max's hundreds of glowing swords floated in the air, humming like a swarm of death. Each one gleamed with raw energy, infused with his intent, his power.

Across from him, Evan stood tall, the wind howling at his command.

Then—

They moved.

A single breath, and the sky exploded.

Max's Magic Sword Barrage shot forward like a meteor storm, each glowing blade tearing through the air with unstoppable force.

Evan, unfazed, simply raised a hand.

WHOOSH!

The wind answered.

A cyclone formed in an instant, spinning so fast it was nearly invisible. The moment Max's swords entered its range—

They were pulled in.

Shredded.

One by one, the glowing swords vanished, devoured by Evan's wind.

But Max was already gone.

A flicker.

A blur.

He reappeared above Evan, his sword descending with terrifying force—

Momentum Sword: Drag Sword!

BOOM!