Khan didn't give up or feel disheartened. The opposite, actually. His ears rang to no end, his insides filled him with uncomfortable disgust, and his left hand hurt, but only anger reached his mind. Someone had beaten him in his field without much effort, and his element couldn't let that stand.
Unreasonable urges filled Khan, but he didn't lose his sense of reason. Throughout the years, he had gotten good at balancing his wild element and battle experience, preventing him from becoming a reckless beast. Khan could still study the situation calmly, and things didn't look good.
As impossible as it sounded, Lord Mighty could infuse his existence's explosive power into every aspect of his life, be it his bulging muscles or the air flowing through his lungs. Even the supposedly weak parts of his body carried that immense strength, leaving him with no openings.
