Chapter 793: Pure Strength!
Josh narrowed his eyes, lips curling into a sneer as he watched the roiling storm of dust and lightning. "I believe he is dead," he said, voice dripping with cold certainty as he crossed his arms, his armor still humming with residual energy from the battle’s earlier sparks.
Scott gave a short, sharp nod beside him. "Even though his strength is comparable to Legend Rank experts like us, he couldn’t possibly be an opponent for a Heaven Grade genius," he said, his voice carrying the weight of unshakeable conviction.
To him and many others in the Middle Domain, Heaven Grade geniuses were not merely prodigies—they were monsters who rewrote the laws of combat itself, capable of feats beyond the reach of ordinary geniuses no matter how strong.
Just at the moment when Josh, Scott, Derek, and even the sneering Frank were ready to declare Max nothing more than a pile of bloody remains under the storm of blue swords, a figure suddenly erupted from the heart of the swirling dust cloud like a thunderbolt tearing through the sky, moving with speed so explosive that the very air seemed to rupture around him with a deafening sonic boom.
Boom!
It was Max, his figure streaming like a living flame behind him, his eyes blazing crackling with threads of faint blue lightning, his expression twisted into a cold sneer of contempt.
He emerged not merely unscathed but radiating a killing intent so fierce that it practically scorched the rain pouring around him. In a single, blindingly fast motion, he closed the distance to June before she could even draw another breath, his fingers like steel talons as they shot out and wrapped around her slender, elegant neck with a grip that felt as unyielding as a vice forged of solid iron.
June’s sapphire eyes widened in a mixture of utter shock and growing fury as she found herself lifted off the ground, the world spinning around her as Max’s powerful arm dragged her bodily through the storm-wracked air.
"How dare you latch onto me?!" she gasped, her voice choked with disbelief and humiliation, a crimson flush creeping across her pale cheeks even as droplets of rain traced shining paths down her face.
She, a genius hailed as a contender for the top ten of the Heaven Mandate Grand Tournament, had just been seized like a rag doll and propelled through the sky by someone who wasn’t even supposed to be her equal.