Chapter 933 Finneas The Monster

• “Courting death!” Brutus snarled, seeing Finneas rush into striking range. He planted his colossal feet, brought his elbow back, and hurled a fist forward—no hesitation, no mercy. This time, he meant business; tendons crackled like iron cables as every ounce of his monumental strength surged toward that single blow.
• Brutus threw a punch that seemed to rip the heavens wide open. The gray battle armor clinging to his torso quivered, rings of distortion rolling outward as though boulders had been hurled into still water. It was not the metal that trembled but the monstrous power flooding out of him, bending the very air and twisting vision itself. Only one truth remained—Brutus' raw, physical might was nothing short of terrifying.
• “Idiot!” Floria snapped, the word striking the air like a spark flaring off hot coals.