Muria and the young Titan faced each other in the sky, the furious winds from their continuous clash of colossal forces swept through the White Jade Divine Palace, shattering ornamental flowers and shrubs within the palace grounds.
"Clang!" The Young Titan's fingers formed a blade, slashing down like a war knife accompanied by thunder and wind. It collided with Muria's arm, resulting in a metallic impact sound.
"Still not feeling much." Muria muttered to himself, feeling the sensation on his arm. Ever since revealing his Dragon Armor derived from the Golden Dragon lineage, his defensive power had been elevated to a degree beyond his understanding.
The attacks of the young Titan were mostly blocked by his Dragon Armor, reducing much of its intensity. What remained, Muria could handle with relative ease.
