The pitch-black fist, shimmering with a metallic sheen, swept a fierce gale capable of splitting mountains and dividing rivers, pressing the air around the man into mournful lamentations.
Yet the man within felt not an ounce of pressure, not even bothering to lift his gaze.
His slender eyes remained fixed on the woman in front of him, who was attacking with all her might, full of pity in his gaze.
From the man's perspective, the efforts of the female War God before him were nothing but foolishness named passion.
Someone who hadn't even the right to touch the Power of the Primordial dared to bar his path?
Possessing the body of a god, he couldn't even be bothered to dodge a human's Forbidden Curse.
The steel fist of the Giant Gundam, not only indestructible, came with a force of at least a hundred tons when struck down.
Such a terrifying blow, how many Blue Star warriors dare to withstand it head-on?
