WHAM!
The sound rang through the air as their fists clashed again—Joshua's punch pushing forward with sheer divine and void power, Adam meeting it head-on with glowing, crimson-coated knuckles.
The impact made the ground quake beneath them, energy rippling in every direction like a shockwave underwater. The air screamed as pressure blasted out in waves.
Joshua grinned.
Adam grinned right back.
"C'mon," Adam taunted, darting back with a light hop. "That tickled."
Joshua exhaled, raising his fists. "I was holding back."
"Oh?" Adam's smirk widened. "Don't."
Joshua vanished again. No sound. No prep.
Just gone.
Adam's eyes widened just a little—barely in time to tilt his head and dodge a golden-white elbow that cracked the space where his head had just been.
Joshua didn't stop.
He was on him.
Fist after fist, punch after punch—each one faster, harder, heavier.
Adam blocked the first.
Dodged the second.
Caught the third.
But the fourth?
BOOOOM!
It sent him flying.
