The Thunderclap Showcase
Zach launched himself forward with a fury that defied the limits of the human eye, his body a raw, brutal force tearing through the air like a living meteor. He wasn't just fast—he was a weaponized fragment of the universe. The very sense of being flickered as he moved. The world seemed to shatter around him, the sky itself trembling as his speed shattered not just the sound barrier, but tore through it with such ferocity that the shockwave erupted; like the breath of wind giving birth to the uncontrollable clash between lightning and its destiny; cascading through the heavens in a cataclysmic roar that split the air wide open. Onlookers could only stand paralyzed, their senses overwhelmed, as the sheer violence of his movement left the very atmosphere in tatters, a trail of chaos that carved through reality like a dagger of truth and all-present judgement.
With the instantaneous silence of his knuckles making contact, the world seemed to freeze.
The skin of the beast crumpled inward, collapsing upon itself. Bone shattered, organs liquefied, and blood evaporated into a fine mist in an instant.
The shockwave from the impact didn't just ripple out; it struck with the ferocity and vigor; just as the air of horror between a knife and the throat it intends on slashing, it cannoned through the atmosphere. The air itself split apart as the sheer kinetic energy surged outward, obliterating everything in its path.
But Zach wasn't finished. The energy from his punch didn't merely destroy the monster; it tore through the continent behind it.
Mountains crumbled to dust, seas evaporated in an instant, and the landmass buckled as if struck by the hand of a god. The ground split open, the tectonic plates beneath shattering like glass under the pressure.
The destruction radiated outwards in a m wave, leaving nothing but a gaping void where a continent once stood. Zach, standing at the epicenter of this apocalyptic scene, dusted off his hands, his grin widening.
He hadn't just won; he had put on a show, and he knew that no one, no being, no sensation and no matter shall ever hope to challenge him again.
