The ground caved in, the air itself exploding even before their fists connected and completely collapsing after they did.
In the blink of an eye, the two had already retracted their attacks, swinging their legs forward.
A flurry of exchanges erupted. Ryu seemed to be the perfect mirror image of Sarriel, his fists and kicks countering her every action as though he could see them ahead of time.
Every time the two met, the snow was blasted apart, the clouds above split and the earth beneath their feet crumbled. They danced across the base of the mountain range with such speed that they could hardly be seen. By the time the devastation of their attacks took hold, they had already moved to a new location, their auras only growing with each passing moment.
By now, it was all too obvious. This power was nothing like what Sarriel had displayed within the replica Nether World. In fact, it could be likened to night and day.