Seeing this, Asura's heart tightened. Augas's strength was unfathomable, and worried that Misra would be at a disadvantage, he hurriedly tried to stop the impending clash.
"Augas, stop! This isn't fair, she..."
Before Asura could finish, his words were cut off by a rapid burst of metal clashing.
Misra reacted far faster than Asura had expected. Almost the moment Augas moved, she was already charging forward, wielding the Spear of Light in her hand.
The Spear of Light seemed to come alive in her hands, flashed with dazzling radiance. At its tip, a vivid crimson gradually spread outward—the mark of True Word Power. It resonated with the power hidden within Augas, yet was utterly different from it.
Yet Augas did not immediately use his True Word Power. Even the legendary Nameless Ghost Crying Blade remained quietly strapped to his back.
He chose to meet Misra's challenge in the purest way possible—with his Transformed God Body and a pair of iron fists.
This was absolute confidence in his own strength.
He shifted slightly, evading Misra's first strike with agility that nearly defied physical laws. At the same time, he clenched his right hand into a fist and struck at Misra's ribs with lightning speed.
Misra reacted instantly. The Spear of Light traced a graceful arc through the air, and its butt slammed heavily into Augas's fist with a thunderous clang.
The collision of their powers sent visible Ripples spreading outward, as though the surrounding air itself had been Torn apart by the force.
Yet this was only the beginning of the battle. The true contest had only just begun.
"Clang clang clang clang clang!!!"
A crisp barrage of metal impacts rang out.
Misra's Spear of Light surged forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a shrieking gale as it