Borzoi moved first.
The moment that dragon-like roar exploded from Maxwell's body, Borzoi no longer held back. The dangerous feeling crawling across his skin had already reached a point where even his instincts screamed at him nonstop.
Kill him.
Kill him now.
His muscles swelled further as his third phase Berserk Mode surged violently through his body. The veins across his red skin bulged like twisted roots while heat poured from him continuously. The ground beneath his feet shattered apart every time he stepped.
Then—
Boom!
Borzoi appeared before Maxwell once more.
His remaining arm swung forward with terrifying force.
The air burst apart from the sheer pressure behind the attack alone.
Yet—
Maxwell raised his arm.
Bang!!!
The collision exploded loudly.
Borzoi's eyes widened instantly.
Blocked?
His punch—
Was blocked.
Not redirected.
Not avoided.
Blocked directly.
Maxwell's scaled arm trembled slightly from the impact, but it held.
