"Butterfly Storm!" Keaton let out a low roar, abruptly swinging both hands.
In an instant, the countless butterfly daggers transformed into a massive storm barrier, shielding him.
Amidst the storm, the daggers spun like lightning, emitting a humming sound. It was as if countless butterflies were dancing wildly in the wind.
The Sacred Light Fist clashed fiercely with the Butterfly Storm, resulting in a deafening roar.
The golden punch and the silver storm intermingled in the air, creating a dazzling light show. The patrons in the tavern each covered their ears, their eyes filled with awe and shock.
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