Jin An thrust out his palm, the force of it carrying fierce Haki like a raging sea surging forward without restraint.
Yet just as his attack was about to strike, a soft laugh suddenly drifted through the air. It seemed to come from something beyond this battlefield, calm and unhurried, even carrying a faintly dismissive mockery.
The next moment, the air trembled slightly, as if the entire space had shuddered at the sudden shift in that aura.
In that instant, Imu's figure became like an afterimage, darting forward with incredible speed and closing in on Jin An as though teleporting.
There was no wasted motion in Imu's movements, no superfluous flourish. With a simple step, Imu dispelled the violent currents around them, as though the rhythm of the world itself was under Imu's control.
Then Imu raised a hand. It looked slender and long, glowing with an almost translucent radiance amid the interweaving light and shadow.
There was no buildup, no piercing shriek of wind. Imu's palm lightly struck toward Jin An's attack.
"Bang—!!!"
The instant their palms met, heaven and earth lost all color. The air seemed to be instantly drained away as a terrifying shockwave swept in every direction like a storm, and the earth itself groaned beneath the unbearable strain.
In an instant, space seemed to collapse. Violent waves of air surged outward, the ground cracked apart, the heavens trembled, and dark clouds were shredded by furious winds, revealing a chaotic, twisted sky!
Jin An felt an indescribable force erupt from his palm. It was not merely a clash of Haki, but a deeper suppression, as though the laws of the entire world were rejecting his existence.
His arm trembled slightly, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly caved in. He was blasted several steps back before