Chapter 795: Do you regret it now?
Without giving June a heartbeat to react, Max lunged forward, moving with such explosive speed that the forest itself seemed to blur around him. His blue-lightning-infused fist smashed into her midsection like the wrath of a raging thunder god.
Bang!
The impact detonated with a sound like the heavens themselves splitting open. June’s body folded around his fist, spit and blood spraying from her lips as the shockwave tore through the trees, uprooting them and sending splinters flying like lethal rain. Her form shot backward in a screaming blur, carving a deep trench through the ground as she went.
Yet before she could even tumble to a stop, Max’s figure vanished in a flicker of shimmering distortion, only to reappear directly in the path of her hurtling body. His hand extended, fingers spreading apart as space itself seemed to ripple and freeze around him.
His eyes burned with cruel determination as he growled, "Spatial Anchoring!" In an instant, the second level of his Space Concept came to life, locking June’s momentum in place mid-air as though the world itself had seized her in an invisible vice.
Her limbs quivered, her eyes widening in absolute terror as she realized she couldn’t move an inch, her entire existence pinned into a fixed point in space.
Max didn’t waste a single moment. His fists blurred forward in a flurry so fast they seemed to vanish into streaks of crimson and black. He pummeled her relentlessly, each punch exploding against her body like meteor strikes.
Every strike burned with the combined ferocity of his four deadly concepts: the shearing force of his Severing Sword Concept slicing into her defenses, the searing heat of his Flame Concept scorching her flesh, the electric detonation of his Lightning Concept sending spasms through her nerves, and the twisting, reality-warping pressure of his Space Concept compressing her very existence with every blow.
The sounds of his fists landing were sharp, violent bangs, like the constant pounding of war drums, echoing across the shattered forest.
June’s mouth flew open as she tried to scream, but the bursts of pain stole her voice, leaving only ragged, gasping wheezes as Max’s fists carved bruises and bleeding cuts across her flawless skin. Blood sprayed with each rapid impact, flecks of crimson scattering like rain across the debris-filled wind.