Leon moved like something that had never learned the meaning of restraint.
There was no weapon in his hands, only his fists, but that alone was enough to turn the battlefield into chaos. Every step he took forward ended with another Black Shadow fighter collapsing. His punches were not flashy, they were direct and heavy, like iron being driven into stone. Bones broke with sharp sounds, bodies were thrown back without effort, and every attempt to surround him only made things worse for his opponents.
One of the elders tried to circle him from the side, thinking he had found an opening. Leon caught him without even turning fully, grabbed his arm mid-strike, twisted it with brutal ease, and used his body like a tool to smash into two others rushing in. All three crashed to the ground in a t
