Quake Black Hand

Quake Black Hand.

He said nothing, merely standing there in silence like a mute statue. Yet the suffocating pressure around him continued to rise. The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly, while the air around him twisted, shattered, and reformed as though it were being torn apart by the power surrounding his body.

Lan Muzi held the Yang Wood Blade, its surface flowing with warm, radiant golden light. His expression was steady, but his gaze was grave. Looking at the burly young man before him, he felt an unprecedented sense of vigilance rise within him. He could tell that this man was powerful—so powerful that even if he and Tang Yinmeng joined forces, they had no absolute confidence in victory.

He spoke in a low voice, carrying the weight of one final attempt.

"Why would you aid evil and turn against Shrek Academy? Have you truly made your preparations?"

His words carried a note of warning, as though he were offering the other side one last chance to turn back.

Quake Black Hand did not answer.

He merely raised his hands, those enormous palms covered in spiked rings. A vicious gleam flashed through his icy-blue vertical pupils, and then his fists slammed down toward the void.

Space trembled.

A deafening explosion erupted in the night sky, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Where Quake Black Hand's fists fell, space became like glass struck by a heavy hammer, covered in dense cracks. Those cracks spread outward from his fists before shattering with a resounding crash.

The shockwave from the shattered space became an invisible tidal wave that blasted toward Lan Muzi and Tang Yinmeng. Wherever that power passed, the air was compressed, the ground was overturned, and even the light began to twist.

Fragments of space spun within the shockwave, carrying destructive force