Smack!
His right palm lightly knocked against Palosa’s raised palms. There wasn’t any intense explosion, and neither was there a ferocious all-encompassing impact of aura.
There was just two spikes of aura darting forward like poisonous snakes, and then flashing back like lightning, leaving everything exactly like before.
Similarly, Garen shot back in an instant, landing on an empty spot ten meters away.
"The second hit!"
Without pausing, he dashed forward once more.
Exactly like the previous palm hit, he once more struck against Palosa’s palm lightly.
"Shape Sever Finger!!" Palosa roared, his fingers dotting Garen’s palm like raindrops. The moment each finger touched his hand, it flashed with a hint of grey-green.
The two separated once more, and both fell silent.
"The last hit!" Garen leapt forward, the platinum statue abruptly merging with him to become one. His entire body was edged with a platinum light.
"Southern Fists."