Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
It was as if something covered Roger as he strolled toward Chaos, completely at ease!
Chaos's brows twitched. He couldn't find a single opening. Roger seemed whole and seamless, as if he had merged with the Way.
What the hell, was this some kind of cultivation fantasy?
But he had to admit, it was intimidating.
Chaos's hair stood on end as he sensed an enormous threat. His heart was beating faster than usual, and that was no good sign.
The feeling put Chaos in a foul mood.
So he struck first.
Roger's expression was calm. Even as Chaos vanished from sight, he kept walking forward, every movement exuding the bearing of a strong man.
"Serious Kick."
Explosive power flashed in an instant. Chaos appeared before Roger, his foot wreathed in Golden Molten Fire as he swept it across in a crushing attack, like he could mow down an entire army.
But in that instant—
Like lightning in the dead of night, everything slowed. Roger crouched slowly to dodge, then rose and slowly threw a punch.
Chaos saw it.
He tried to dodge.
But even though the punch was moving so slowly, he couldn't get out of its way.
The air within a hundred meters seemed to be sucked dry. A torrential impact ripped through the sky, and the earth before him vanished, forming an endless road that struck terror into his heart.
Chaos doubled over in agony, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. A wave of force swept out behind him, flattening the sandy ground into a plain.
But he was a madman.
His eyes bloodshot, he glared and drove his fist down, Golden Molten Fire bursting around it.
Roger pulled back his hand and drifted one step to the side. His fist passed harmlessly by,