Locking
A dancing dark gold energy poured into Ryu's Beyond Perfect Extreme Spiritual Foundation and a path of equally dark gold formed beneath his feet.
He took a step forward and for the first time, the world didn't shudder around him in the slightest.
He retracted his fist, torqued his torso, and then unleashed a blow.
BANG!
The young man's shock had long since faded. Even as their fists met and he was sent flying backward this time, his expression no longer changed as though he was indifferent to victory or defeat.
Compared to the young genius of the Fey who lacked any and all battle experience, not even having seen his own blood, this young man was someone Ryu could tell had likely fought more life and death battles than even himself.
Even when he was fully outmatched, he didn't panic in the slightest.
Ryu crossed the distance between them, his fists unleashing a barrage.