Anthony and the Executioner continued their relentless clash, neither giving an inch.
Frustration built within Anthony as he struggled to grasp the nature of the strange energy the Executioner wielded.
'System, what is this energy?'
He asked, his voice sharp.
[Ding]
[It is an energy from a higher galaxy. It surpasses both mana and Intent in power]
Anthony clicked his tongue in irritation.
As Anthony processed the revelation, a fist slammed into his gut with overwhelming force.
His ribs shattered, his lungs ruptured, an explosion of blood poured from his mouth, painting the air in crimson.
But the Executioner wasn't finished.
Before inertia could even begin to take hold, the Executioner's fist shot out again, this time aiming straight for Anthony's head, ruthless and merciless.
Anthony's instincts kicked in.
Seeing the incoming strike, he teleported in a blur, narrowly evading the devastating blow by mere inches.
