Blast

Calvin stood amidst the blood-soaked and charred battlefield, his body trembling—not from exhaustion but from the searing rage coursing through every nerve. The air around him pulsed with raw power, almost unbearable even for himself. He raised his hand, and with a swift motion, the air around him solidified into deadly, razor-sharp blades. Without hesitation, he swung them toward the Han Xin soldiers who dared approach.

The blades of compressed air struck mercilessly, cutting down anyone in their path. Some soldiers were thrown back, crashing into trees or collapsing lifelessly on the ground. Flames erupted from Calvin's palms, forming a blazing ring that scorched any who came near. Lightning streaked down from the sky, striking the earth with deafening explosions that shattered the night.

But this wasn’t just a battle—it was vengeance.

Calvin raised his hand again, condensing the air into a massive spear that gleamed like crystal. With a hateful glare, he hurled it toward a group of
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