Daewon's eyes gleamed with sharp focus as he saw an opening. He twisted his body, delivering a powerful spinning kick aimed directly at Seojun's hand. The impact was precise, sending the dagger flying out of Seojun's grip and flew away falling to the ocean.
Daewon smirked, straightening his posture. "Now," he called out confidently, cracking his knuckles, "bring out your real weapon. Or are you still holding back on me, Han Seojun?"
Seojun raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, brushing off his palms as if dusting away the inconvenience. "You really want to see it that badly?" he asked, his voice calm.
"I'm demanding it!" Daewon roared, charging forward. His fist cut through the air with terrifying speed, his knuckles glowing with raw mana. The ground beneath him cracked with each step, dust swirling around his feet. He twisted his body mid-charge, and with a sudden upward punch—like launching a missile—his fist connected with Seojun's chin.
BOOM!
