"Enough talking," he said, his tone firm and final. "More fighting."
The master's body tensed as Adams' command echoed through the arena, leaving no room for hesitation. With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged at Alan, his movements swift and lethal. His fist, still glowing with that ominous orange light, cut through the air with the force of a hammer aimed directly at Alan's head.
Alan's eyes widened in shock—he had barely a moment to react. Instinctively, he threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow that would have likely ended the fight then and there. The ground where he had stood shattered, leaving a small crater in its wake, a testament to the power his master still wielded.
