Both fighters got up at the same time, their bodies staggering to find a foothold.
Their eyes locked into each other's, as if telling themselves that they were not done yet.
To back their words, they got into their stances, their movements sluggish.
"That's enough," the voice came, calm but commanding.
Both of them were held in place by the pressure emanating from the presence.
Max appeared in the middle of the training ground, his hands behind his back with a gentle aura.
He snapped his fingers. Both of them disappeared, leaving everyone stunned.
"The fight has ended, you can all go back now," he said to the audience.
As for Silas's squad, Max looked at them calmly.
"Your departure will be delayed till tomorrow, or whenever they get healed."
After everyone left, Max looked at the training ground, his eyes constantly twitching.
"I thought this place was made to withstand the full power of a grandmaster rank cultivator," Alfred said, landing calmly beside Max.
