Amid a loud crash, the entire building shook violently.
*Boom!!
After several intense clashes, both of them locked eyes. A pause in the battle finally came. Zeyn and Azalea were panting, exhausted from the brutal attacks they had unleashed on each other. Their bodies were covered in minor wounds, but their gazes still burned with the determination not to surrender. The room around them was in ruins—walls punctured, the floor shattered from the series of blows. They stared at their opponent, still standing tall, with sweat dripping from their brows. Despite that, their expressions remained calm, locked in a vigilant standoff.
Their chakra was nearly depleted, and from now on, they could only rely on their physical strength. Zeyn's face showed a slight hint of relief, while Azalea's eyes were filled with fury. Their breaths were ragged, but neither was willing to back down.
