'Just what kind of strength is this Buddha inheritance?' Max thought, gritting his teeth as his boots cracked deeper into the shattered earth.
Every muscle in his arms was straining, his sword trembling under the crushing pressure of the six radiant golden palms descending from the towering Buddha shadow behind Noah.
Sweat dripped from his chin, trailing down his neck, soaking into the black scales covering his body. His vision blurred for a moment, but he forced it to focus, unwilling to falter.
His mind spun, racing to comprehend the sheer might he was facing. The sword strike he had used just now—it wasn't weak. In fact, it was probably the second most powerful attack in his entire arsenal when it came to raw sharpness and destructive capability if he was talking about using just one inheritance, only falling short to the terrifying might of his triple flame concept inheritance.
