"HAAAAAA! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME TRASH?!"
Blinding golden light erupted from Malach's body, the sheer force causing the ground beneath him to tremble.
"I'll show you… I'll fucking show you who's trash!"
He shot towards Zephyrion, his fists tearing through the air in a furious torrent of punches.
Unfortunately for Malach, neither he nor anyone else watching truly understood what the current Zephyrion had become.
He was at Mark Seven.
His bones had been reforged to steel.
His blood element optimized his blood flow, pushing his physical power even further.
Air made his body lighter and faster.
Fire gave his speed and strength an explosive force.
Frost made every movement sharper and more precise.
Metal reinforced his body, granting it immense durability.
Zephyrion was at Mark Seven. However, he was not a Mark Seven this world had ever seen before.
