CHAPTER 74

Jake stood motionless. His head was tilted slightly, eyes wide with disbelief. His mind struggled to register what had just happened—what was still happening.

Evan's fist… had connected, Square to his face.

The full weight of that B-ranked skill—Power Bomb—carried not just strength, but defiance, resolve, and every ounce of battle-worn desperation left in Evan's body.

Jake felt it all.

Crack!

A sickening sound echoed through the battlefield. The bones in his jawline strained under the pressure, and his neck jerked violently from the sheer force. His body, once proud and dominant, flew through the air like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut.

"No… this can't be…" Jake's thoughts raced as he hurtled backwards.

He crashed into a building, the impact tearing straight through its stone walls like they were paper. Then another. And another.

Boom!