Whoosh!!!
Two blurs slammed together. A large golden fist and a smaller blue one crashed like meteors, unleashing a thunderous roar. A storm instantly swirled around Number 10 and Chaos.
Pain shot through Chaos's right hand, and waves of hot vapor rolled off his body. His gaze sharpened as he collided with Number 10 again.
Every time they clashed, Chaos felt as if he were hitting diamond. The other man was incredibly tough.
And Number 10's fists were astonishingly heavy.
Chaos wasn't the only one who felt that way. Number 10 also sensed the same hardness in Chaos's punches. Neither of them had gained the upper hand.
Chaos swept out a powerful kick, and Number 10 answered with one of his own. The two landed on the ground, then appeared atop a building the next instant, amid exploding hills and raging winds.
An uppercut came at him. Chaos's golden hair stood on end as he leaned back to dodge, but Number 10 suddenly changed course and brought his elbow down, making Chaos's hair stand on end.
He forcibly twisted his body upside down and swept a kick at Number 10. Number 10 simply raised an arm to shield his head, took the kick head-on, then retaliated with one of his own.
Chaos crossed his arms over his chest to block it, but still felt a twinge of pain as he was sent flying.
Number 10 pursued him. His right leg stretched into a crystal whip with a sharp crack through the air. Leaving a blur behind, Chaos appeared to Number 10's left and unleashed a Tempest Kick more than a thousand meters long, plunging down like it was splitting the heavens and earth.
It was the absolute limit of Chaos's Tempest Kick. A thousand meters of it formed an almost