Evan's gaze hardened, his resolve unwavering.
Never—never—had he expected this battle to push him so far.
Yet here he was.
Forced to bring out his strongest attack.
His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling with the weight of battle.
He looked at Max—this white-haired warrior who had only responded to his attacks, who had never attacked first, yet still, somehow…
He had forced him to go all out.
"You haven't attacked me actively even once," Evan said, his voice calm, measured. "And yet, I am the one being pushed to my limit."
The wind around him twisted violently, reacting to his will.
A slow smirk played on his lips.
"Consider this your greatest honor."
Then—
His eyes flashed.
"And as you are the strongest genius of the Valora Continent, I suppose I should have expected this much."
The air rumbled.
The very world seemed to bend as his aura climbed to its absolute peak.
His fingers clenched into a fist.
"But this… our battle…"
His smirk widened.
