I stepped onto the arena. Sand again beneath my feet. Okoro’s hammers were already waiting for me — both of them, just as Kate had said. He stood square, torso slightly leaning forward, right elbow raised, left arm hanging a little lower. His shoulder blade probably still hurt after his encounter with Skoryk. Or maybe not, if the painkillers were good enough. Well, the needles were definitely removed. Only dents and scorched marks remained on his chest plate.I still didn’t have a solid plan for this fight, but I did have stimulants: the War God’s Fist and the Cheetah’s Pulse. What they enhanced was probably obvious from the names — my fist technique’s power and my speed.I also had the Giant Black Turtle Shell in reserve, which strengthened the shield. However, the shield’s durability already depended on the strength of the projections, which was in turn boosted by the War God’s Fist. The mace already struggled to break through the shield, so I didn’t overdo it. I already had nearly eight thousand units coursing through my veins."Fight!" came the referee’s command.Okoro didn’t wait. A blast of wind beneath his feet, and he charged at me, raising his right hammer for a blow. But I didn’t just stand there either. The Monkey carried me to the side in two leaps, and I started pelting him with Chain Punches.This was more about activating the shield than posing a real threat, but — wow!I had never felt such power in my hands before! They literally hummed with energy and strength.It’s worth mentioning his formation here. It created a cluster of small hexagonal golden projections along the path of any incoming hostile projection targeting him. I don’t know how many projections were in the cluster, but each one pulled away a portion of the Palm Qi, causing the projection to dissipate or shutter under the pressure of Fist Qi, disrupting its integrity and forcing it to detonate.Even though my Chain Punches had become (...)