"You're insulting me!"
Kanto finally realized that his opponent only appeared evenly matched because he was absorbing Kanto's fighting techniques.
The unprecedented humiliation nearly drove Kanto mad. He pushed his attack speed even higher, briefly surpassing the limits of Shane's reflexes.
The blades on Kanto's fists grazed Shane's shoulder, forearm, and abdomen, tearing open wounds in an instant. The crimson Power of Destruction tried to enter his body through the tiny cuts, but they healed before it could.
With nowhere to go, the Power of Destruction swirled uselessly over Shane's skin for a moment before dissipating.
After more than ten thousand consecutive attacks beyond his limits, Kanto's body finally began to give out.
The muscle fibers in his arms tore. After that brief burst of glory, Kanto was in worse shape than he had been at the start.
Sensing the sudden drop in his opponent's attack speed, Shane frowned, disappointment clear in his eyes.
He had finally found someone interesting to fight, only for the man to lose his composure and throw himself off balance.
As Kanto thrust both fists at him again, Shane raised his hands, slipped past the blades coated in the Power of Destruction, and seized his forearms.
The strongest fighter on Apokolips had failed to give him any more fun.
By wrecking his own body, Kanto had also denied Shane the chance to learn more fighting techniques at that extreme pace.
Kanto was not weak. His speed and technique were in a class of their own. Perhaps it was the protection of his New God authority, but despite having a body only a fraction as strong as Shane's, he could move at almost the same speed.
If Kanto had kept his head instead of forcing another burst from his body, Shane would have needed to trade