Just before the war hammer could strike Noa, Leon arrived, descending from the sky like a divine warrior, a savior in the midst of chaos.

Leon timed his arrival perfectly. His feet landed directly on Adam’s hammer, the force of his impact driving the massive weapon deep into the ground.

Without hesitation, Leon spun and delivered a side kick, lightning crackling around him. Adam, gripping the hammer’s handle with all his strength, tried to pull it free. However, Leon’s kick was so powerful that Adam had no choice but to release the hammer. If he hadn’t, he risked tearing his arms apart.

The impact sent Adam flying dozens of meters away. His shoulder screamed in pain as he skidded to a stop, his feet carving deep trenches into the ground.

Once he steadied himself, Adam raised his arm, his dislocated shoulder throbbing. His lone dragon eye locked onto Leon with a mixture of rage and unease.

“So, this is the man ‘Shadow’ warned us about… Leon Cosmod. It seems your reputation is well-deserved,” Adam growled through gritted teeth.

The force of Leon’s seemingly simple side kick was something only a seasoned warrior could truly appreciate—pure, efficient power without any unnecessary flair.