Cathedral, prayer hall, in the expansive space.
Two unignorable silhouettes locked on to each other, and in an instant, they understood that the other was their adversary! Silently, two auras spread, gradually occupying the spaces to the left and right sides of the hall.
The atmosphere suddenly turned tense, and the smell of blood seemed to grow fainter.
Otto felt great, better than ever before. He had underestimated the magical power of this boxing method, which could only show its true charm amidst slaughter. The more he used the Breaking Moon force to crush the dark creatures, the more Otto felt his thoughts become clear and his emotions released without form. Shadow Moon Fist seemed to possess a magic that stirred emotions during battle, the more he killed, the more he became fascinated, and the more he cultivated, the more addicted he became.
