Chapter 649: Max vs Storm King
Max nodded and didn’t waste time. He moved forward, his feet brushing softly over the lush grass that swayed gently beneath the soft blue sky. The air here was fresh, tinged faintly with electric energy, and the silence carried a faint hum as if the whole place was alive—charged with ancient power.
He walked for several minutes through the undisturbed plains, until his eyes landed on a raised circular platform at the heart of a gentle hill. It was made of sleek gray stone, its surface etched with old lightning runes that glowed faintly under the daylight.
Wide steps led to the top, but Max’s eyes were drawn to the figure sitting quietly on the lower steps.
There, a man sat alone.
He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t meditating. He was simply sitting. His long, cloud-white hair flowed down his back, and his loose robes, stitched with patterns of thunderbolts, fluttered slightly even without wind. His eyes were closed, arms resting casually on his knees, and his expression was one of solemn calm—as if he were a statue left by time itself.
Max’s steps slowed. There was something overwhelming about that presence. The calm wasn’t ordinary. It was the kind of stillness that came only from sheer, absolute mastery. From a man who had stood above countless storms. Even without opening his eyes, the figure radiated an unshakable pressure—as if nature itself bent around him.
Max instinctively knew: this was the soul imprint of the Storm King.
Just at that moment, the man sitting silently on the platform opened his eyes—and the world seemed to shift. A sharp crack split the air as red lightning flashed violently within his gaze, like twin storms roaring to life.
Before Max could even react, a red gleaming spear materialized in the man’s right hand with a loud hum, pulsing with concentrated energy.
Without a word or warning, the man vanished. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared right in front of Max, his spear already lunging forward like a crimson meteor crashing down.
But Max was ready. His Three Dimensional Body kicked into action, instantly analyzing the trajectory of the strike. Time seemed to slow just enough for his body to respond with a sidestep, narrowly avoiding the deadly thrust. The red spear slashed through his afterimage, tearing through the space where his head had been a fraction of a second ago.