But after the peak of exhilaration, the backlash came even faster.
The backlash from neural overload was close to burning through his brain.
His field of vision narrowed. The broken walls, rubble, and airborne dust around him blurred into a murky yellow backdrop, leaving only Sukuna's figure pinned at the center of his sight.
His consciousness scattered, his thoughts growing slower and fewer. Punch, withdraw, punch again. His movements relied more and more on instinct. There was no need to think, and no time to.
But his instincts were still picking things up.
He felt Sukuna's defensive shell thinning. With every punch, the resistance lessened, changing from the hardness of cold iron to toughness, then growing increasingly hollow deeper within.
He felt Sukuna preparing to counterattack, the Cursed Energy pent up in his body drawing toward his fist, gathering at a single point.
He could not drag this out any longer.
Without the slightest hesitation, he clenched his teeth, his body moving before his mind.
He lowered his waist, sank his hips, and planted both feet in the rubble. Cursed Energy burst at his ankles, anchoring his lower body.
His waist and abdomen twisted to their limit, his back muscles tensing into an iron plate, his entire spine like a fully drawn bow.
The Cursed Energy that had lain quiet for so long surged violently upward, pouring along his meridians into his fist. Veins bulged beneath his skin, and even his knuckles swelled painfully.
All three colors of the True Martial Dharma Form's markings lit up, flowing along his shoulders, neck, and arms to converge on his right fist.
All his strength, all his Cursed Energy, all the reserves of his Dharma Form condensed into this one punch.
Intentional Heavy Punch!
Humm-
The light of Black Flash exploded like a