Max stood up, rubbing the dust from his clothes. His body was untouched, his skin unscathed, but his expression was serious.
Because once again—he had been hit without seeing the attack.
It was just like before.
A gust of wind.
No trace of Evan.
No form. No figure.
Just the wind.
'Why…? Why do I only see wind before I'm hit?' Max thought, his eyes narrowing. His mind raced, analyzing every mont of the battle.
Wind.
Not a person. Not a blade. Just air itself.
Evan stood tall, his eyes calm but unwavering. "You should give up," he said, his voice steady, unshaken. "You are no match against ."
Max, however, only chuckled. "I wouldn't be that arrogant," he replied, a smirk playing at his lips. "Not when you can't even put a scratch on my skin."
CRACK!
Purple lightning erupted around Max, wild and untad. But then—
It condensed.
The erratic bolts of lightning flowed downward, spiraling around his legs before solidifying into form.
A pair of lightning boots shimred around his feet, buzzing with raw energy. A projection of Lightning Steps.
Max took a single step forward.
The air trembled.
Evan's expression darkened—not because of the lightning, but because of Max's words.
He had noticed it too.
His attacks weren't working.
No matter how many tis he had struck, how violently the wind had lashed out—Max remained unscathed.
His fingers clenched.
Then—Max lifted a single finger.
A casual, taunting gesture.
"Co… and attack again."
Evan's fury ignited.
The winds around him flared in response, twisting into spirals of rage.
"I refuse to believe your skin is thick enough to withstand my wind!"
The mont Evan spoke, he vanished.
Again.
Max was ready this ti.
His Three-Dinsional Body went into overdrive, his senses stretching to their absolute limit, scanning every inch of his surroundings.
Then—he felt it.
A wave of wind.
But this ti, Max was prepared.
No hesitation. No second-guessing.
"Space Freeze!"
BOOM!
The air around him solidified, a section of space locked in place under his control.
Then—
Lightning Steps.
His body reacted instantly.
His instincts scread at him to move, and so he did—
A single step backward, a flash of purple lightning surging from his boots.
WHOOSH!
Just as he moved—
A violent gust of wind sliced through where he had just been, narrowly grazing his clothes.
Max's eyes widened.
And then—he understood.
All this ti—he thought Evan was attacking him directly.
That Evan was sohow moving faster than teleportation.
That his body was untouchable, impossible to track.
But now, he saw the truth.
It wasn't Evan.
It was the wind.
Evan had never truly been the attacker.
The wind itself was attacking him.
Max's mind raced, piecing it together.
Evan had been disappearing not because he was moving at incomprehensible speeds—but because he was making it seem that way.
Every ti he vanished—he wasn't attacking at all.
Instead—
He let the wind strike for him.
The very air had been his blade, his presence a distraction.
It had been an illusion all along.
Evan wasn't moving faster than teleportation.
He was simply manipulating perception.
Max exhaled, his fingers tightening around his sword.
A grin ford on his lips.
"So that's how you've been doing it…"
He understood everything.
"You… dodged it?"
Evan appeared in front of Max, his expression frozen in shock.
He had fought many opponents. Countless warriors, geniuses, prodigies. Every one of them had struggled against this attack—his illusion of speed, the unstoppable assault of the wind.
So had tried to resist. So had tried to block.
But none had ever dodged it.
Not until now.
Max stood firm, his smirk unwavering.
"Well," he said casually, "it was a good technique… or should I say, a trick?"
Evan's eyes narrowed.
"But it's useless once the trick is known."
Then—BOOM!
The air trembled.
The swirling dust around Max was blown away, repelled by an unseen force.
His Fusion State Aura surged, climbing to 25%.
The effect was instantaneous.
A terrifying intent burst forth from Max's body—an intent so sharp, so overwhelming, that even Evan's Level 3 Wind Aura wavered.
For the first ti in their battle—the wind hesitated.
Evan's expression darkened.
This pressure… this intent… it was unlike anything he had ever faced before.
Evan clenched his fists, refusing to falter.
"It doesn't matter," he said, his voice calm but laced with an underlying sharpness. "I am invincible in my Lord Form."
A flick of his fingers.
The air shifted.
BOOM!
A pillar of wind exploded beneath Max's feet, a tornado bursting from the ground.
The sudden force nearly sent him flying, but Max reacted in an instant—
Dash! Super Dash! Phantom Dash!
His body vanished.
One second, he was there. The next, he was a blur of motion, propelled by his Lightning Steps and Wind Float.
The tornado missed, but Evan was already moving.
"Fall."
His voice was soft, but the wind roared in response.
From above, blades of air rained down—sharp as swords, faster than arrows. Hundreds of them, slicing through the air, each one capable of cutting through stone.
Max didn't slow down.
Sky Float. Wind Float. Lightning Steps.
Using all his movent skills, he surged forward.
He moved with the storm, weaving through the deadly barrage like a shadow. The wind grazed his skin, so of the blades nearly cutting into his shoulder, but his instincts kept him one step ahead.
Even if they had cut his shoulders, it couldn't pierce his skin.
Then—a trap.
A sudden shift in the wind.
The air around Max collapsed inward, forming a crushing sphere of pressure around him.
An invisible cage.
The mont he realized it—it was too late.
The air constricted.
Max's lungs burned, his movent locked in place.
Evan raised a hand.
The wind around Max spun violently, forming a vacuum.
A storm within a storm.
A wind prison.
Max could see the ground below him fracturing from the sheer pressure. If he didn't break free now, he'd be torn apart.
But Max only grinned.
"You think wind alone can stop ?"
His sword humd, the 25% Fusion State Aura igniting along the blade like a crackling storm.
And then—
Space Freeze.
For one second, the air around him stopped.
No wind. No movent. Just absolute stillness.
And in that second—
Montum Sword: Drag Sword!
His blade moved, slower than anything Evan had ever seen—almost lazy, almost harmless.
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But the mont the sword touched the air—
BOOOOM!
The wind prison shattered.
The sheer weight of the sword's movent ripped through space, dispersing Evan's control for just long enough—
And Max moved.
Lightning exploded beneath his feet. His speed—beyond sight.
Evan's eyes widened.
Max reappeared right in front of him.
His sword—already swinging.
Montum Sword: Horizon End.
A single slash.
Faster than thought.
The wind scread as a clean line split the sky in two.
Evan barely had ti to react—he twisted at the last second, the sword grazing past him, cutting a deep gash into the air itself.
The spectators watching sucked in a breath.
"He cut the wind…?" soone muttered in disbelief.
Evan flipped backward, his body twisting in midair.
A line of blood trickled down his arm.
He landed softly, his expression still calm—but there was a hint of sothing new in his gaze.
A terror.
'That attack almost had .'
He thought frowning.
The winds around him erupted.
"I see," Evan said. "You're fast. But I am the wind."
Max's lips curled into a grin. "Then let's see if the wind can stop a storm."
Magic Sword Barrage.
The air rippled.
Hundreds of blue-glowing swords appeared around Max, humming with deadly intent.
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