Reslin's expression remained indifferent.
Even in such a critical situation, he showed no sign of panic. He had even turned to face the enemy ahead of time, his calm, dark eyes reflecting the other's figure.
He was a thin, average-height man with an ordinary face and a short crew cut, dressed in linen clothes.
One-Punch Martial Saint, Bruce!
Bruce's eyes were cold and fanatical. He unleashed all his strength, pouring out the Inner Qi he had refined over several centuries. Just as he had done countless times in the past when blasting enemies apart, he prepared to punch this powerful Soul Saint Wizard to death.
He seemed to have already seen Reslin being blown to pieces.
In an instant.
Reslin's figure flickered, and his entire appearance changed. He became a tall, powerfully built young man clad in light Mithril armor, with a large red cape billowing behind him. His handsome face and imposing bearing inspired awe at a single glance.
The instant he replaced Reslin, he raised his left hand and spread his palm.
Metallic light reflected from the large hand, as though it had been forged from Fine Gold. It contained terrifying strength beyond ordinary people's imagination, and moved as fast as lightning, accurately catching Bruce's fist.
Boom!
Fist collided with palm, producing a muffled thud.
A tremendous shock wave erupted between them. There was none of the colorful energy of a spell, only the collision of pure strength. The aftershock blasted apart the air within several hundred meters, forming a spherical vacuum high in the sky.
Amid the raging currents, Rayne stood suspended in the air, his cape snapping loudly behind him.
Bruce across from him was even more astonished. His eyes were filled with disbelief. His strongest punch—the punch he was confident even Aeon, the Eternal Chosen,