Dragon Fist

Maxus found the fighting style he was being attacked with familiar.

Those sharp and powerful strikes, radiating with a raw primal intensity yet fluid and controlled, clearly needing years and years of training to achieve. Maxus didn't even want to utter another word, surging forward in a blur of explosive punches, testing his opponent's caliber through sheer overwhelming attacks, seeing how this mysterious stranger would respond.

Maxus' blows thundered through the air, each one a testament to his battle experience and reputation. The mysterious stranger ducked and weaved through the attacks, moving like a graceful fighter when avoiding the attacks, his movements emulating those of a serpent like creature.

He's adapting...

Maxus switched up his fighting style just in the nick of time as the mysterious fighter retaliated:" I don't wanna do this. Stop!"

The man clawed at the air towards Maxus, performing a series of complex patterns weaving intricately at Maxus who suddenly found himself
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