Chapter 685: Max’s Divine Words
"How is that possible?!" Elder Bras’s voice trembled with disbelief, his eyes wide as saucers. Beside him, Travis stood frozen, mouth agape, unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed.
A second ago, it looked like Max was on the brink of defeat—barely holding on, seconds away from being flattened into dust by that overwhelming golden palm and the six colossal hands summoned by the Buddha’s shadow.
Everything had pointed to a crushing loss. The ground beneath Max had already cracked, his arms had been trembling violently, and his sword had been slowly inching backward under the weight of the attack.
Everyone watching had already assumed the outcome. And then, in a heartbeat, it all changed. That sudden, inexplicable burst of terrifying red energy, the demonic brilliance in Max’s eyes, and the way his sword—so resolute, so final—tore through the golden palms like they were made of paper... it completely flipped the battlefield upside down.
The shift had been so abrupt, so fierce, that even the air itself seemed to pause in shock.
Elder Drew, who had watched in silence until now, was equally stunned—but for a different reason. He had known Max was strong. He had acknowledged his performance against Kai.
But not once—not even when Max unleashed his full sword concept—had Elder Drew truly believed that this boy could overcome the Bright Buddha Palace’s top genius.
And yet... here he stood. Max Morgan. Not crushed. Not even injured. But victorious. And the scene of those shattered palms, disintegrating like divine relics turned to dust, brought an undeniable sense of pride swelling in Elder Drew’s chest.
This wasn’t just a battle won. It was a statement. A message that the Great Ruler Empire was not to be looked down upon. A grin formed on Elder Drew’s face—slowly at first, then deepening with satisfaction. It had been far too long since he’d felt this kind of triumph.