"Is that a purple skill of yours?"
The Berserker withdrew his fist and asked.
The Rising Tide leader said, "Take a guess."
"Take a guess? Hmph, enough with the mysterious act!" The Berserker sneered. "If it were a purple skill, you'd have admitted it outright!"
The leader showed no reaction to his words.
Seeing this, the Berserker continued, "Even if you admitted it, I wouldn't believe this was a purple skill! Watch me smash it right now!"
With that, the Berserker swung his fists, hammering the blue barrier.
Punch after punch, each heavier than the last.
The air currents stirred up by his savage strength had already reached gale force eight.
Watching this savage display from behind the barrier, the Rising Tide leader couldn't help letting a bead of cold sweat roll down his forehead.
Seriously, didn't his hands hurt...?
In truth, watching his opponent unleash his strength so crazily did leave him a little rattled.
After all, although his class was outrageously powerful when it came to supernatural abilities, the price was that his physical strength was weak. Very weak.
He was only about on par with an elite special forces soldier, not even a match for a first-tier supernatural.
With such a frail body, never mind taking a solid punch from this Berserker-even a light touch from him might cost the leader his life.
Although he knew this Berserker absolutely couldn't break the barrier he had created, his little heart still trembled as his opponent's fists rained down.
The sight really was far too intense.
If he had known, he would have made the barrier opaque when he created it.
The savage punches continued.
The Berserker had already been hammering away for half an hour.
He put his full strength into every punch, so after keeping it up