In another battlefield, the fighting had also reached a fever pitch. Everyone present was awestruck by War God Maxis's performance. Leka was breathing heavily, he had already activated his Thunder Dragon Soul, exhausting all one hundred and twenty-eight paths of his Overlimit Freeflow Thunder Blades yet he was still unable to shake the War God Gaze. Maxis proved himself to be like a primordial war god, unassailable, exuding an aura of reliability that made others trust him implicitly from disposition to strength. It was for this reason, despite Van Levitt's championship, he could not usurp Maxis' standing.
At this point, the entire battlefield had been reduced to rubble by Leka, the whole space pulsing with the force of his thunder.
"Leka, don't hold back," Maxis said indifferently.
Leka gave a bitter smile, "I really can't let it go; such a good opportunity is right in front of me."