The clash of our attacks created a cloud of dust. There was a booming sound and then, our bodies exited the dust cloud.
The wind went past my attack. I could feel the pain in my palms and my arms. I was bleeding but my body's innate regeneration had started the clotting process. Although, this sand on blood was the worst thing I had felt.
Returning Blood seemed pleased that I was injured but when he looked at the condition of his spear, his smug expression soon turned into shock. His spearhead was bent and the inscriptions were torn by lines of cracks.
This spear was practically unusable now. How much strength did I have to do such damage to his weapon?
Returning blade discarded the damaged spear and got into battle position only to find a Tempest Punch landing on his belly.
''Ack!'' He crouched as he felt the pain, coughing a mouthful of blood.
Boom!
