Chapter 770: Not Worth For Him
"Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist!"
A thunderous impact rippled outward from his fist, causing even the phantom mountains in the illusion to buckle and collapse in a cascade of glowing rubble. Sparks leapt from his knuckles as he tightened his core, driving every shred of his strength into the blow.
Max repeated the motion over and over, feeling the weight, the unstoppable mass that the technique demanded, until he could almost hear the trumpeting of elephants with each punch he threw.
Sweat drenched his back, yet his eyes blazed with a driven light. Without even a second’s hesitation, he transitioned into the third and final move—the one that had made his blood run hotter the moment he’d read it on the scroll.
He spread his arms, palms out, gathering both the fierce swirling energy of the dragons and the earth-shaking force of the elephants. A violent vortex of wind and lightning swirled around him as he stepped forward, crossing his fists before his chest before exploding outward with both arms in a devastating double punch.
"Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist!"
For an instant, the chamber seemed to split apart under the sheer imaginary pressure of his strike. Dragons and elephants roared in unison, the skies tore open, and mountains shattered into dust. Though it was all illusion, the feedback of spiritual force on his body was very real, pushing his limits and forcing his meridians to expand as he unleashed strike after strike.
Max never paused to rest, not even for a single breath, driven by the grueling training habits he’d honed inside his Dimension of Time. His muscles burned, his veins felt seared with lightning, but he refused to slow down.
He cycled through the three techniques again and again—Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist, Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist, Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist—each repetition carving deeper mastery into his body and soul.