Chapter: The Final Clash—Tolisk vs. PunkMaster
The battlefield was set. A desolate wasteland stretched endlessly beneath the darkened sky, illuminated only by the remnants of a dying sunset. The wind howled across the rocky terrain, carrying with it the scent of blood and dust. Tolisk and PunkMaster stood apart, the tension between them thick enough to suffocate.
PunkMaster, battered and bloodied from his earlier battle with Viktor, still exuded menace. His body bore the scars of combat, but his eyes burned with unrelenting rage. His breath came in ragged gasps, and though 70% of his cultivation was sealed, his presence was still overwhelming. He was a beast that refused to die.
Tolisk, on the other hand, was resolute. His injuries were visible, but his stance was steady. His hands flex
