He raised his hand and struck with his palm—the lion's hand extended forward to clash. Howard caught sight of it. He clenched the spear, jerked Frederick, and dropped him! He smashed him into the ground, embedding him into the crater forming beneath him.
"Tsk!"
And Howard, in his fury, turned! He crossed his arms. The palm came!! He braced against it, the pressure immense. Bones cracked.
Howard roared. "Yeah! Roaaard! Prove me now!"
Straining against himself, he roared as he threw his arms open with force. The palm dissolved. The aura dissipated. He moved swiftly, slicing through it—reaching Silan before him.
A direct clash erupted. Punches exchanged. The ground trembled beneath them as they continued with relentless ferocity and challenge.
Reinhardt—his body transformed into a golden statue—decided to intervene. A step. Then another. He approached, preparing a strike that would change the outcome.
