Bang bang bang bang!
In a secluded stretch of Amingo Island's nearshore waters, a continuous series of dull explosions rang out through the darkness. Visible ripples stirred through the air as two apex predators fought fiercely with nothing but their overwhelmingly powerful bodies.
The two figures at the center of the clash alternated between clever joint locks, brutal collisions of fists and claws, and high-speed pursuits.
Wherever the unleashed shockwaves passed, grass and trees turned into flying fragments, rocks became drifting dust, and the earth split open with ravines. It was as if two intertwined hurricanes had swept through.
Yet this terrifying destructive force was confined to a radius of only several dozen meters around them. From farther away, one could see only flickering patterns of light, flashing faintly through the night like will-o'-the-wisps in the wilderness.
Moreover, the two of them seemed to share an unspoken understanding and had not displayed their full strength.
Otherwise, the collision of their magical energy with a wave of their hands would have been enough to shatter and sink the entire Amingo Island.
Half an hour later, golden-red streaks of light flashed and burst, sending one large and one small figure flying backward in opposite directions.
Altrouge's petite body drifted down, the hem and sleeves of her Gothic dress dancing around her. Like a black butterfly settling upon a branch, she was light and graceful.
In contrast, Arcueid coughed violently, a trace of golden-red blood spilling from the corner of her lips. Her chest rose and fell without pause, while fine beads of sweat seeped from her smooth forehead and clung to several loose strands of hair, leaving her looking quite disheveled.
After all, Roa might have been scum, but he had accumulated six hundred years of experience. Through his endless reincarnations, he