Not a Pushover.
Cain was no pushover himself. With a chilling growl, he was already swinging the {Scale of the Abyssal Flame} at the incoming cleaver.
Magma-like Ki and sludge-like Devil Essence surged through the blade, a testament to how concentrated the energy he poured through the blade was.
The moment the two clashed, the world was filled with a bright flash. A loud clang resonated throughout the prison, and men were forced to cover their ears.
The stone beneath their feet crumbled to dust as a frightening energy shockwave shot out in all directions.
The prison commander took a few steps back, sizing Cain up. His eyes went over the blade in his hands, and he was not surprised to see that it was extremely dented at the point of contact, with a series of cracks running along its surface.
"Seems like I gave you less credit than you deserve."