Fierce Battle at High Altitude

Outside the palace, the night sky was dyed pitch-black like ink, and the heavy clouds rolled unceasingly under the pressure of the strong wind, resembling an enraged giant beast roaring. The palace's ridge swayed precariously under this powerful wind pressure, and from time to time, rubble crumbled and crashed to the ground, producing crisp sounds.

Meanwhile, in this chaotic sky, Netero and Meruem sped through the air like two shooting stars. Their figures were sometimes distant and sometimes close, looming in the night, alternating between bright and dim, making them hard to trace.

Netero's form was light, akin to a fairy dancing gracefully, yet his every step carried a unique rhythm and cadence. He held his palms together as if in prayer, yet his feet stepped rapidly in the air as if treading on invisible stairs, every stride appearing so natural and just right.

With each of his landings, the air seemed to be compressed, emitting popping sounds. At the same time, a visible shockwave rippled outward from his feet in all directions, as if the entire space trembled for his power.

Meruem met Netero's attacks head-on. His shoulders and back bulged, his muscles tensed, and his arms spread wide, resembling an eagle about to take flight. His movements were steady and powerful, and every swing of his arms seemed to contain endless strength.

When Netero's palm edge pressed down like a violent storm, Meruem did not shrink back at all. He used his hard arm guards to forcefully catch this formidable force, then leveraged the momentum to charge forward, colliding fiercely with Netero's palm stance.

In an instant, two massive forces crashed violently in mid-air, emitting earth-shaking roars. This sound echoed through the night sky like thunder, traveling far into the distance and leaving onlookers in awe.

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