Dick could feel Zayn’s encroaching aura, which caused him to wince slightly.
A profound sense of icy dread pooled from the bottom of his heart. Could he have underestimated Zayn? Could he have made a grave mistake, and was he really severely unmatched?
This little whiff of doubt lasted as long as a millisecond in his mind before Dick cast it out of his skull. As a powerful fighter who had achieved the third tier of the superior class and the combat instructor of the Wolf’s Fang squad, he would naturally possess the mental fortitude equal to his prestige and should not have been so easily intimidated by Zayn just like that. It took only a few seconds for the man to muster and reinforce his resolve to fight.
He clashed with Zayn head-on.
A battle across the surface of the ocean was new to both fighters, which was why it was the perfect showcase for the clash of power and skills between two superior class fighters. Even master fighters would find standing on the surface of water steadily challenging enough, let alone a full-blown tussle above the sea!
Thousands of pairs of widened eyes all over the cruise were trained at the battle, their attention rapt in the fear of missing out a single split-second moment. It was unprecedented, wild, and so outlandish that none of them had ever imagined seeing humans duking it out above the water. It was completely out of the world, out of their minds!
The two clashed. An explosion fanned out with waves of water shooting upward from them, as though a TNT had just been detonated in the middle of the ocean. Showers of seawater traveled through the wind and drenched the deck like rain.
“Sh*t! Screw me! Is this what superior class power is like?!”
“This is just batsh*t horrifying. How can people like those two even exist in this world? This is f**king nuts! Us normies would feel out of breath after just swimming more than ten meters in the ocean, but these demigods or whatever can battle it out on top of the surface of the water and make all these ridiculous noises!”
“F**k me, I’m terrified!”
“You know what? This is why these fighters enjoy so much prestige and reverence in our society. Like, seriously, those ain’t humans. You can’t tell me superior class fighters are humans. They’re freakin’ demigods by this point!”
“What’s money compared to attaining superior class?!”
The shock from what they were witnessing imprinted on them so hard that it was impossible for these spectators to even forget it. Even Ray’s eyes were blazing brightly as he no longer hid the fact that he was jealous of the liberating powers that coursed through the fighters’ veins. He might be the patriarch of the family and enjoyed the perks of political power and respect, but he could never live as freely as these superior fighters. His physical state, for one, was a pale imitation of what he used to be. By this ripe age of fifty, Ray could already feel many of his physical faculties succumbing to a downward slope.
If he could have a do-over, Ray would choose to be a superior class fighter in a heartbeat instead of a mere patriarch of the family.
It took only a single clash of hands for Zayn to immediately gauge the real measure of Dick’s power, the man was at the third tier, exactly the same as Zayn was before he broke through the fourth.
It was this schism between tiers that made it immutable: Dick could never beat Zayn, not ever.
Still intoxicated with the feeling of limitlessness, Zayn’s energy remained high and uncompromised despite being pushed twenty meters away from the impact of the clash. In fact, his energy seemed to burn even more fiercely, and he shouted about how exhilarating it felt before zooming toward where Dick was once more.
This time, his movement was a lot more muted because he seemed to be flying at high speed above the ocean as though gravity had lost its grip on him. A long trail of white water burst out from the tip of his blurred feet, but it was only after he reappeared before Dick’s face that the water caught up from his sides.
Zayn had no flashy techniques or attacks with performative flairs. All he had for Dick was a simple punch. Flashy footwork, visually-pleasing techniques, or even tried-and-true sets of attacks had little use when one’s battle was carried out above the surface of the ocean. The only measure for who was stronger had become a matter of simple brawl between power levels.
And Zayn had never worried about his chances when it came to raw power. Not even Dick and his 2-meter-tall stature meant a hoot to him!