After a while of fighting, Ryū finally understood the intensity of Ken's speed blast and his light ability, so now he knew the limit of the boy's ability.
The tall, muscular figure in the dark triad Chinese emperor-style clothes stood amidst the cracked street, red-and-gold hair slightly disheveled from the constant exchanges, golden eyes narrowed in focused calculation. Smoke still curled lazily from several scorch marks on his robe and skin, but his powerful frame remained steady as he processed every flash of light and every booming sound wave he had endured.
Then Ryū hopped backwards with a powerful push of his legs, creating distance between himself and Ken.
He raised both hands in front of his chest and began gathering different elements together in the form of a round shining ball.
