"Come on then," Max said with a faint smile as he slowly drew his sword from its sheath, allowing the cold metallic blade to catch the surrounding light while strands of seven-colored lightning began crackling around his body like restless currents of divine destruction.
Violent energy surged silently through the platform, but Max's expression remained calm as he raised his sword and pointed its tip straight toward Ray without the slightest hesitation.
"Show me what you've got."
Ray's lips curled into a cold sneer after hearing those words, and his gaze became filled with unconcealed contempt.
"As you wish."
The next moment, a long crimson spear appeared in his hand.
The spear was dark red, almost like flowing blood that had been forged into solid metal, while sharp scarlet runes spread across its surface like burning veins. The instant the weapon appeared, an oppressive aura swept outward from it, making the surrounding air grow heavier.
