Clang!
The ring was still clear, but not in the same way.
Fu Qian "took off" his gloves and thrust his fist toward the other man almost simultaneously.
And the Plain Knight didn't disappoint: it immediately moved to meet him.
Given the direction of Fu Qian's attack, it used that same enormous shield.
In the clash of violent forces, the seemingly indestructible Wordless Monument was punched through, leaving a jagged hole.
As for self-protection, the gloves were mainly there to protect the other guy.
For "punishment" to take effect, there were clearly some strict conditions.
For instance, Red Moon's gift had turned his punches and kicks into something akin to Air Bullets. They couldn't pierce absolutely anything.
But now...
After landing his blow, Fu Qian retreated again, dodging the counterattack as he studied the hole he'd made.
It really did look like a torn piece of metal. Nothing special about it.
But as he dodged the opponent's second punch, which came chasing after him, Fu Qian finally noticed something strange: the hole was repairing itself as if it were alive, as smoothly as Time Reversal.
Yet it looked like ordinary, lifeless metal, and definitely not liquid metal.
Frowning slightly at this peculiar change, Fu Qian pulled back even faster, then swung a fist behind him—this time at the wall beside him.
Boom!
A thunderous crash echoed as a huge crater appeared.
And almost without a pause, the shattered bricks began to repair themselves, as if they too were alive.
This place really was strange. It wasn't just the thing blocking his way—everything here was.
Having silently reached that conclusion, Fu Qian didn't dodge the shield sweeping toward him again. Instead, he activated Blood Conquest.
With a fierce rush of wind, the blow still missed.
Not only that, the attack stopped