My Talent's Name Is Generator

Then he moved.

The Essence around him condensed with brutal focus.

A ring of pressure formed at his feet, crushing the cracked ground even further. Then another ring, and another stacking outward in concentric waves, each heavier than the last. Dust lifted. Wind halted. And then the world groaned as a phantom weight dropped from the sky.

Gary’s body blurred forward.

His spear surged with force, the pressure around it stacking like a mountain about to fall. The tip glowed with amber light, heat waves twisting the air, making it feel like the world itself might crack.

Malcolm’s eyes sharpened.

Wind howled around Malcolm as he raised both hands.

The air twisted and spun, layers folding over each other, forming a violent spiral. It stretched out into the shape of a huge, spinning bladed sphere, spinning fast enough to tear apart steel.

Across from him, Gary’s spear burned with power.

Then they clashed.

Wind and pressure slammed together in midair. The sky split with the force. For a heartbeat, everything went quiet.

Then a thunderous boom followed, waves of shock crashing through the battlefield. Soldiers on both sides were knocked off their feet. Some were crushed by falling debris. Others screamed as their skills lost control, exploding mid-cast.