Using every last ounce of mana in his body, the muscles of Gen's body rapidly expanded.
The qi in his body churned rapidly and he pulled out his sword that shone with a bright light.
Observing him from a distance, though they couldn't discern the nature of his impending attack, it was evident from the distorted space around the broadsword that this was Gen's final gambit.
Gen stepped onto the face, creating heavy dumping pressure.
Only people of Martial sovereign level or Divine realm level can fly in space.
As Demargon unleashed her assault, Gen mirrored his movements.
Advancing with a determined step, he slashed downwards.
SHIIING!
To everyone's surprise, the slash appeared ordinary. No fancy lighting or space-distorting energy blasts; just a plain downward swing.
However, what followed left everyone utterly shocked.
A sound akin to the tearing of paper erupted followed by a sound of heavy artillery.
