Clang!
Fist and Ice Spear collided head-on. For an instant, time itself seemed to freeze.
Everyone wore a different expression.
Loa admired Old Ghost's resolve. The boy was bewildered by what the two had done. The middle-aged man was pained by the thought of parting from an old man who was both father and friend to him. The old man was at peace, proud of his decision.
Then time began to move again.
Boom!
The Ice Spear, as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, was smashed apart, scattering into countless shards.
Old Ghost had come in with too much momentum to celebrate shattering a single Ice Spear. He drew a deep, fierce breath, raised his fist, and struck.
"Extreme Fist Technique Secret Art: Earth-Crushing Fissure!"
Countless fist shadows filled Kong. The air cracked beneath the blows like the sharp snaps of a whip.
The move was somewhat similar to Burst Fist: Meteor, the technique Beard had used before Loa killed him.
But Beard could not compare with the old man in either force or ferocity.
If Beard's fists had felt like cannonballs to Loa, Old Ghost's fists now felt like meteors crashing down!
The difference was that great!
I can't take this head-on! Loa reached that conclusion almost the instant the attack began.
None of the three was among the very strongest, but every one of them had destructive power that surpassed everything else about them.
A Swordsman was a profession built around powerful attacks. That went without saying.
As for the Sniper, Loa did not know how his rifle worked, but its power posed a deadly threat to him. Its destructive force was astonishing.
And then there was this old man.
Old Ghost was the strongest of the three. Great clouds of steam poured from his skin at an