Chapter 680: A Palm to Sever
The screen hovering above flickered silently before the word "Start" appeared.
But even with the signal given, neither of them moved. There was no rush. No sudden flash of lightning or explosion of aura. Only two warriors standing face-to-face, acknowledging the strength in each other.
The young man from Bright Buddha Palace folded his hands in front of him and bowed slightly. His voice was calm and clear. "Friend, my name is Noah Ans. Let us have a good battle."
Max felt no arrogance, no hostility—just sincerity in his words. He mirrored the gesture respectfully. "I’m Max Morgan."
"Friend, be careful, I am about to attack you," Noah said gently, the corners of his mouth curved in a serene smile that somehow made the air around him feel heavier. He calmly raised his right hand and extended his palm forward with a motion so smooth it looked like the unfolding of a lotus.
At first, there was no pressure. No killing intent. Just peace. But then the wind began to stir around his outstretched hand—softly at first, then more violently, spiraling and howling as if the heavens themselves had taken notice. A radiant golden glow enveloped his palm, and in the blink of an eye, the chant of ancient Buddhist scriptures echoed in the surroundings, an ethereal vibration that shook the soul.
Max’s body tensed the moment the golden palm began to move.
Its motion was slow... almost deceptively so. As though anyone could dodge it with ease. But Max’s instincts screamed otherwise. His eyes, sharp and trained to detect the slightest shifts in space, caught it—the palm didn’t travel through space. It skipped it. It teleported.
One moment it was in Noah’s hand, the next it was already in front of Max’s chest, inches away, massive and all-consuming like a divine judgment descending from the sky.