Bang!
The spear struck the golden wall with devastating force. In a thunderous explosion, the Eternal Bulwark shattered, golden shards spraying into the air like stardust.
The sheer momentum of the attack didn't stop there—it carried through, striking Max like a hammer of wind. He was blasted backward, sent flying across the battlefield, tumbling through the air before slamming into the stony ground with a violent crash. Dust exploded around him, and cracks spread beneath his impact. But he was alive. Bruised, shaken, but alive.
Max coughed once and steadied himself, blood trailing from the edge of his lips. His eyes locked on the man with the spear—a man whose very presence screamed Master Rank.
'Blob, what is the exact strength of the man who attacked me just now?' Max asked inwardly, trying to steady his breath as he pushed himself up from the cracked earth.
"5th level of Master Rank," Blob replied calmly, as if that revelation weren't utterly staggering.
