Fist Emperor (2)

He was the Fist Emperor. He had no taste for lukewarm fights like preliminary skirmishes. He had simply…… gone all out from the very start.

Zion crossed her steel prosthetic arms in an X and braced herself. But even a solid defense was meaningless.

Like flowing water, he changed direction in an instant, slipped past Zion’s steel arms with ease, and slammed a fist into her abdomen.

KRAK! KABOOM!!

The immense force sent Zion flying through the air and crashing into the frozen wall. The ice collapsed with a deafening roar.

Ice that had frozen over the ages, worthy of being called eternal ice, crushed down on Zion’s fallen body.

“That’s not all you’ve got, is it?”

This was the sort of situation from which an ordinary adventurer, let alone a High Ranker, wouldn’t come back with all their limbs intact.

But the man had no doubt that his opponent was unharmed. Because his opponent was a hero from legend.

The Saintess of the Beginning. A hero celebrated in legend alongside the Hero…… and a being who had to be eliminated...